In a dark room, a woman appeared and she crashed into the center table. She grabbed onto it to steady herself, her black hair covering her face as she saw through the strands and staggered to seat on a chair. She threw her head back and winced in pain, her eyes shut tightly and she reached for her hood to cover her head. No matter what, she can't be seen, not even by herself in an accident. She grunted and reached to feel her neck with her fingers, they were burnt fingerprints and even though she tried to heal it, she couldn't.