Maya sat in a nearly empty room rolling around in bed, unwilling to get out of bed. Today was the day the Fortissimo Special Division was going to confront the Ghast of Shorstone. All that meant for her was spending countless hours and an unimaginable amount of energy using her Frequency.
She dreaded the idea of it.
Of course, deep down under all of her bitterness, she understood that she was needed just as everyone else was. Her thread was a vital part of everything succeeding, but she really didn't want to go through with it.
Eventually, though, hunger and discomfort became too unbearable for her to rot in bed all day. Not to mention that, despite her reluctance to proceed with the day, she needed to act. Every second she did nothing felt agonising and needlessly selfish. It sickened her in a way she couldn't bear too long.
Her day started plainly.
