It's the mostly unrecognizable figure that stands before her in the mirror. Her heart pounds as she's taken aback by this image, her mind trying to make sense of it. Something has changed and it's her hair. Going from brunette to black. As her mind tries to reach in for answers, it all begins to make sense. The wet sensation of fingers running through her hair. That's why. Someone must have dyed her hair when she arrived here. The fact that someone took off her clothes and then dyed her hair while she was sleeping chills into her. But, to avoid losing her mind, she chooses not to think about it.
Water trickles down her shaky body. She winces in pain as it stings to her knees, bruised and purple in color.
