After being meticulously cleaned from head to toe Alexa was moved from the shower where her mother dried her with a quick spell, and she was given new clothes. She took the time to stare at her reflection, even though there were no longer any visible blemishes on her ivory skin she could still see the wounds that were no longer there.
She moved as if she were a member of the undead, at a slow pace, her sneaker-clad feet shuffled on the wooden floors as if they were made of lead.
Although she moved through the hallways her mind was not present with her body and so she remained silent as they made their way through the unknown mansion that she had awoken in.
She walked with a stoic expression and a dead, blank look in her once vibrant blue eyes. Her skin was pale, but it was covered by the new clothes she now wore.
