Lady D'Mejeri's vision went black. She felt like she was floating on an ocean of nothingness, her body numb, her mind a haze. She couldn't move, couldn't feel, couldn't be. She started to feel her mind fading away, yet… she heard something, faintly, like it was miles away. Whispers, terrible whispers.
"...Why?" they seemed to say, from a place far away "why us?"
There was sadness, in those words. A sense of melancholy, too. But there was something else, something bigger, something that drowned out every other emotion. Spite, it was spite. So much spite it became rage.
"Why us?!" she seemed to hear "Why not them?! If we were not allowed to live, no one else should!"
The voice… or voices, started getting louder and louder, so much they seemed to drown her own scattered thoughts. She felt herself losing herself, losing her mind, losing all she was. She despaired, and tried to scream… and her eyes opened.
She was tied to a table, and felt incredibly strange. It wasn't even the ropes, she just didn't feel like herself. She looked down… and noticed she had hairy arms. After that, she noticed she was surrounded by five robed men, who seemed just as surprised as her.
One of them spoke "How did she wake up? She's supposed to be a blank mind right now! Which one of you caused this?"
It soon devolved into a shouting match. She was confused, terrified and… curious, somehow, but survival instinct kicked in. She needed to escape. She fought against the ropes, and noticed they were loose. This was her chance.