Hazy were the eyes of the blonde, waking up to bricks of brown to her side, the voices of dozens echoing down the hall as a—"Clink, clink, clink, clink..."—continued down every bar down the hall from a short spear.
She squinted—like it was an alarm clock waking her up for school. Oh how she hated that noise. Jotou groaned awake, the solid board of wood creaking as she lifted her head from the rock-hard pillow.
Inside of a cell was the last place she imagined to be in her life; then again this is how it all would've started if not for Hotaru… Who wouldn't be there if not for the meddling of Moren and Trailon.
The thought of how much control her new life had then and now, to be meddled with again by the same forces. 'Today's the day. Should I get some warmup exercises?'
Jotou felt her neck—"Pop!"—as she twisted it. 'Maybe I should conserve what energy I have for the fight. Some stretches will be fine.'
