Mage Dorm

@ᾧ Melanie Martinez younjung is quite observant, and always has been since growing up - it's something she prided herself in and when her family was alive, they would say she's nosy - but they also prided themselves in knowing that younjung would be able to notice things that require noticing right off the bat if push comes to shove. this is exactly what younjung feels upon glancing at the woman's front teeth and she thinks it's rather endearing, a twitch of a smile crinkling upon her dried lips and she breathes out in deep, slow agony from the gashes and lashes she received. the man was so brutal he even electrocuted her as well, the thoughts of the searing burn into her skin - amping up some of the phoenix-given powers were what helped her to finally escape and be here, thankfully.

"you're cute you know that? with all due respect, thank you for being so kind, and offering your home to me, I couldn't have asked for anyone better to stop on their door and plead for help - it's a scary world out there and it's just... this island isn't even safe - period." younjung mumbles to melanie, a bit garbled and soft due to being beyond exhausted, her bones ache along with her joints and her body feels sore, muscles torn and winded out. younjung could definitely do with a good night's rest and upon glancing at the rooms showcased by the woman's slender palm, her lips pulled into a thin smile, a sign of her emotions being showcased to being wary as her orbs found the woman's cabin door. glancing back and forth, the uneasiness cascades over her tired body, and the fire elf can only emit a defeated sigh.

"would you be fine if you show me the room right next to yours - and if I was to leave the door open? it'll be wise to keep it open and be awake easily in case of uh any ... unwanted visitors," her back feels rigged and stiff with how she's sitting upright now, a bit more alert albeit being tired, the feeling washing over her and sweeping her into a dull, senseless motion, a limbo which she cannot seem to get out of no matter how hard she tries. younjung wishes to stay awake, her instincts nagging at her gut in a forewarning to not get too comfortable - at least give it some time, even if her eyes are barely opened, tired and heavy with defeat from the encounter she had. what an encounter it truly was because it was quite messy, making her feel as if she wouldn't have made it out alive, one way or another, but by some miracle, here she is in the mage's wing. safe and sound for now with the company of the sweet mage - melanie, at least some higher being was there answering the broken woman's prayers.

"thank you... once again, for being here, being kind and taking me in - I'm sure if it was another creature, they would either finish me off, continue the torture or left me out in the cold for dead."

@℥ Go Younjung Melanie listened intently to the woman's words about her assailant. She couldn't even begin to fathom what all she must have been through before arriving at her home. "I'm going to hope he isn't the same man, surely the man that hurt you won't know that you've come here," Melanie nodded her head, reassuring herself that maybe she could keep the elf hidden and safe until she heals up. "This dorm is for mages only, and so far I'm the only mage on the island that I know of....I'm sure he would never suspect that you came here," Melanie spoke softly as she began to repack the unused items of the first aid kit and placed it on her coffee table, out of the way.

Melanie stood to her feet, yawning, revealing her tooth gap between her two front teeth, and stretched her arms above her head before relaxing them at her side once again. "You are not a burden!!! Please don't ever think that you are," Melanie reassured her, thankful that she could actually help someone for once rather than feeling like a burden herself. "Perhaps protecting you can help my powers to grow and become easier to control? I feel like if I had someone that relied on me, it would be easier to control my powers. I mean....I don't really care too much about myself...but if it were someone else, someone I cared about, or grew to care about, my body would instinctively protect them." Melanie lifted her arm up and swept it to the right, gesturing toward the other room. "Younjung, if you'd like you can sleep on one of the beds in the other room, I'm sure it would be much more comfortable than sleeping on the couch. Cricks in the neck are no fun~" Melanie giggled softly, a warm, genuine smile softening her features.

@ᾧ Melanie Martinez Gratitude doesn't begin to express how much she feels concerning the young woman who's easily helping her every step of the way, even going out of her way to explain every step for her, gentle, calm and so warm - it causes Younjun usual cold demeanor to suddenly melt, not that she appreciates the sentiment too much, she's still a bit wary. After all, there are so many people around lately that seem to harm others, unsuspecting, or they would do things to make her trust, her heart is no longer bare on her sleeve - not wanting to jeopardize herself any more than she already did in the past.

With every flick of the woman's wrist and how she's trying her best to take into consideration the elf's pain, she winces a bit now and again, but finally, the dull thud, the ache, the sharp stings and sizzling burns that erupt from her gashed, gorged out flesh eases, dissipating like a bad dream, but the dull ache still lingers, reminding her that this is very real. The fact that this really happened to her on her first day on this island causes a sense of dread to accumulate deep within, churning her stomach as she thinks about the woman's description of the man who brought her to this hellhole. "I don't uh, I don't think they're the same person. I can't remember much seeing as it was dark, but I can't recall seeing a scar of any sort on his face... unless it was too dark to have noticed, I think he also drugged me or did something with my head - I got pretty disoriented and confused." Confessing this has the girl's cheeks flushing a crimson color, not too proud that she didn't pay close attention to her assailant when her pieces of training from the past taught her to do just that, she feels a deep sense of shame and guilt. If her parents were alive and saw her acting like this, a helpless damsel in distress she would be so embarrassed and would definitely probably be facing their wrath.

Once Melanie finishes up with her, the elf's eyes shine a little with unshed tears and tentative warmth, her body heating up a bit and there's that little thrill of fire bursting and begging to be released, it's thrumming just under her skin in a warning that it's about to be unleashed and the woman has a keen sense of excitement because she feels her powers here and there. "I think by the end of the week, once my wounds are better and healing, I think that my powers would be easier to grasp, thankfully, so you won't have to worry too much hm? I wouldn't wish to continue burdening you either, so take all the time needed for your personal stuff and your powers as well, i know how hard it is at times controlling yourself... especially in certain circumstances. I wouldn't dream of staying here so long that you have to sneak in and be wary all the time because you have another person to protect."

Being wrecked with guilt, the fire elf glances down at her hands and she shies away a bit, her eyes downcast, lips pursed out thoughtfully before glancing back up at Melanie and trying to showcase a little smile on her lips before emitting a defeated, yet exhausted sigh. "Is it okay if i take a sleep? I'm beyond exhausted and my eyes feel heavy... I don't know how to keep them open for too long right now," her voice slurs out, breathing out and slinking in deeper against the couch.

@℥ Go Younjung Melanie's eyebrows furrowed in concern and she carefully removed her hand from the creatures damaged, pale skin. She really hoped she wasn't being too rough with cleaning Younjung's wounds. "I am so sorry! Is it hurting too badly?," Melanie bit down on her bottom lip, casting Younjung a sympathetic gaze, worry blossoming in her gut as she watched the girl bite down into her own arm from the agonizing pain. Melanie couldn't even begin to imagine the pain she must be going through to bite down into her own flesh.

Melanie began to pull out some sterilized gauze from the first aid kit and glanced back up at Younjung with soft, doe-like eyes. "I really hate to hear that you've had such a ed up past....I truly know how that feels....and like even though it was a bad past, sometimes there's something deep inside that wants to trust again...but it's dangerous to trust....especially to trust a man...hell, even some women are dangerous...but don't blame yourself, Younjung, okay? Always..and I mean always put yourself first from now on," Melanie's expression turned serious and stern. "Always trust your gut instincts, it's the only thing you can trust one hundred percent on this island."

Melanie longed for Younjung's trust, but she could not bear the thought of risking her safety because of her unrestrained powers. What if she accidentally hurt her by getting too emotional?

"I'm going to put these bandages on your wounds, okay?," Melanie wanted to keep the girl updated on each and every move she made, she really didn't want to make her nervous. Melanie slowly began to wrap the bandages around Younjung's small form, her movements deliberate but gentle. "The man that brought me here had darker brown hair, and I distinctly remember a scar on his upper lip and when I looked into his brown eyes...all I saw was pure evil," Melanie shuddered at the thought. "If looks could kill....he would have killed me at first glance. I'm not sure if it's the same man, but just know you're welcome to stay here as long as you need to. I have to work at the library Tuesdays through Thursdays, but there's a lock on the door and we can come up with a secret knock so we know that it's us coming through the door? Does that sound okay? And every day I'll work on controlling my magic....in case your powers don't return as quick as you'd like, I'd want to try to protect you," Melanie worked methodically with the bandages, ensuring that each bandage was snug enough to provide support but not too tight that it would cut off any circulation or cause any discomfort.

"There," she said softly, clasping her fingers together as she offered a warm smile, her tooth gap visible, "all patched up. We'll get through this together, I promise."

@ᾧ Melanie Martinez The kindness from the young woman causes Younjung to show a lingering smile on her lips, it's contagious, how could she not? She appreciates the gentle manner in which Melanie tries her best to handle her. However, the emotions of worry and fear choke her once again, being a bit wary since both women are in the woods in some cabin. The man that hurt Younjung could be out stalking, tracking, and looking to hunt her down again— worst yet, what if the person who brought the beautiful, doll-like woman before her, here... is the same man who kidnapped her and messed her up this bad? What if they're really the same person? Younjung is in no condition to fight, her powers aren't sparking as her fingers flex and she tries her best to ignite the fiery spirit that's hidden deep within her, her very soul and essence are made up of fire and here she is, struggling to manage just that. Her lips form a grimace as she emits a deep breath, the pain, the sting, everything makes her feel breathless, woozy, and dizzy. She's so close to passing the out on the kind girl but she forces herself to focus and be alert as best as she possibly can.

"S-sorry... I can't seem to focus — ah!" The shrill yelp emitted is without her control, sadly... its far too harsh on her skin either way, the welts and how sore her skin feels from the slashes and gashes are enough to make her whimper and cry, biting back the cries of anguish and dismay. Her teeth grit while grinding against one another and her face showcases just how messed up all of this has her feeling. She wants to die inwardly due to how much pain she's experiencing so she tries to distract herself which serves as an impossible feat at this point. "It hurts so bad... !" She swears against and whimpers, the ** coming out in Chinese as she looks at the woman before her with widened, scared eyes due to the fact that she doesn't know if she can truly survive this. What if the pain kills her? What if she gets infected? Not to mention, both women are defeated and helpless where their powers are concerned, what if the bad guy comes back for her? Who's going to protect who? Who's going to help who?

All of these thoughts are rummaging around the elf's mind and she winces as she bites down on her good arm. Surprised that an area is actually free from any welts and lashes, no slashes there but her teeth marks may very well indent themselves into the material of her jacket and showcase on her supple flesh due to how fair and pristine her skin is, added to how supple and sore she is. "I don't know his name... I heard him talking to himself a lot... arguing with himself... he doesn't even look like a lover or a nobody. He looks... well-dressed. He carries about himself handsomely. You won't even... believe someone like h-him could do such heinous acts... I never could've imagined. Although, it's dumb of me to think so especially regarding my ed up past." Her words die down a bit, a little shy and hesitant to really express too much information about her. While Melanie shows her that she can indeed be trusted and she's not out to get her, everything that the fire elf has been put through over the years, ruined her perception of people. Unsure if it's possible to trust them and be herself around them. What if they see what she is? A rarity and decided to use her, for her strength, her beauty, and her glorious powers? The thought alone causes her to shudder, feeling nauseous from all the pain as she takes in a deep breath, swallowing the air around the cabin to hold back the bile of blood that's bound to escape parted lips if she doesn't keep it down.

"I... can you tell me what your assailant looked like? Then I may know if it's the same person... because what if they come for you and get two at the price of one? We don't have any way of defending ourselves... I wouldn't heal quickly... I would take a week or more to even feel my power again at this rate." She whispers sadly, wishing there were ice dragons still around, albeit extinct because if they were around— she'd have a way of protection, a form of it... someone she can rely on for her powers to build back up due to their fated link when one takes charge of protecting a rare firespirit elf.

"I have nothing... until... I don't know when... I'm sorry..." and there it is again, the guilt churning in her empty and sore stomach all over again. What did she do? Bringing Melanie into all of this, a woman who's scared for her own life and someone far too kind to even be harmed all because of Younjung's baggage.

@℥ Go Younjung Melanie's lips slightly parted as she sat on the couch next to Younjung, tucking her own leg underneath herself. "I'm going to be honest with you, doll, I don't have a clue if we are safe here or not." She sighed softly as she unclasped the first aid kit, hoping, praying even, that she'd be able to clean the wounds and stop the bleeding without any of them becoming infected. "I had a man drag me here a few weeks ago. Told me that soon I'd be auctioned off. I honestly thought you were him coming back for me," Melanie's fingers wrapped around a bottle of saline solution and began to soak some of the gauze in it. She had heard that it was best to clean wounds with saline instead of antiseptic since it could possibly damage the skin and this poor creature looked damaged enough and she did not want to be the cause of more pain or damage. "I-I...well," she stuttered, unsure if she should speak about her own powers but what damage could it cause to tell this woman who honestly looked as if she could pass out any moment. "Are you unable to use your powers because of the state you're in? I have powers as well...but I can't control them very well yet...Younjung," Melanie looked into the woman's eyes, hoping she could sense that she was being honest, "I'm not going to let anyone else hurt you okay? I'll try my hardest to push out my powers...maybe I can figure out how to cast like...a protective bubble or something??" Melanie furrowed her brows and nodded. Yes, she could do this. Well, could try anyhow.

"Please don't ever think that you're a burden...I felt like that my whole life and it's not a good feeling," Melanie whispered. She finally had a sense of purpose. Felt like she was meant to be here at this very moment so she could help the woman that had found herself on her doorstep. Melanie carefully lifted the edge of her jacket up so she could inspect one of the large gashes. "I'll be as gentle as possible, but this might be a little cold." She then placed the gauze on the woman's wound and began to gently wipe at it. The dried blood seemed to be coming off with ease and she hoped that once she wrapped bandages around this woman's body that perhaps the bleeding would stop quickly. "I'm going to clean all the wounds that I see and then I'm going to put some bandages on you...but I'm afraid I don't have any pain medicine or even anything to suture the bigger wounds, but hopefully if I bandage it tight enough, it might stop the bleeding?" Melanie sounded a little unsure of herself, honestly a little nervous since this was the first time she had ever tried to clean someone else's wounds rather than her own. "Do you happen to know who did this to you?," Melanie tried to keep her voice soft as she continued cleaning Younjung's wounds. "You don't have to answer if you aren't comfortable." God knows she would never want to make another being feel uncomfortable.

@ᾧ Melanie Martinez The sudden flick of the female's wrist caused Younjung to step back suddenly, a bit wary, she didn't even know how luck found her way after all this time to end up in the presence of another female. The sudden thought of the man's features coming into view, the sinister smile caressing his features, what the elf would've thought as being *handsome* due to the man being a good-looking person — his actions and personality were the most heinous type that she has ever had the displeasure of meeting. The relief that warms her when she realizes it's a girl standing in the doorway, the fire by the fireside as the heated flames the air, crackling in the room calls to Younjung and she feels that buzzing, tingle deep within her as she finally hears the voice deep in her mind, guiding her— or so she thinks, "trust daughter."

Stepping in with the help of finally being cloaked, the coldness slowly dissipates and the natural heat that thrums deep inside the young woman helps her to trust more and more. She's at peace and a little more reassured when the door is finally locked into place, preventing the scary man from contacting her again— or so she hopes. "T-thank you..." Her voice comes out shaky, shuddering as she tugs the jacket closer to her, hoping that the blood stains won't ruin the material, she suddenly feels that stabbing sense of guilt suffocating her and grabbing her in that chokehold. A sensation that has her wanting to sob for mercy. It's as if whatever psychological damage her kidnapper did to her seemed to have traumatized her this badly, she can't seem to wrap her head around the emotions flooding her brain.

"Melanie... uh... are we safe here? No one can come barging in right? Are we protected? My powers—" Her voice hitches and her breathing comes out ragged as her breath keeps coming out in stutters. She glances around wildly and her body aches, her head dizzy, eyes hooded as she forces them to keep open so she doesn't fall asleep or worse.. pass out and eventually die.. bleeding out to death on this sweet lady's couch wouldn't be her idea of going.

Looking at everything the other woman does, she's following her with tired eyes, wincing now and again as a shaky hand comes out to flex her long fingers. Hoping that the element of her being next to her, close to the sofa she's rooted on, that would perhaps help assist her in healing herself somehow. Usually, in the past when her fire spirit is activated, wounds aren't a task, but every time a flicker of a flame seems to spark, it dwindles without even bothering to remain and brighten up the room. Her eyes are downcast, clearly frustrated and disappointed in herself that she's this hurt and clearly out of it to even summon her powers. She's a born fire elf, a rarity, a gift — and here she is, struggling to even be what she truly is, it's such a shame. She's embarrassed to have to burden some poor, unsuspecting soul to do so many things for her, even her limbs aren't agreeing to work for her, it's annoying and she cannot help but swear under her breath in frustration and anger.

"I'm... uh Younjung by the way, s-sorry to not introduce...." breathing out shakily, the girl emits a weak groan of pain as her slashed back comes into contact with the jacket rubbing from the sofa pressing into the skin when she slumps back. Her body gives out without much choice due to how exhausted and wind down she truly feels. Her features try to showcase a small, polite, gracious smile, instead, a grimace is shown and her eyes are slipping shut from the burn in her irises, the light may seem too bright or maybe it's the exertion from everything she was put through.

"Thank you for this. I'm so sorry for the burden..." Panting out the words, her breath comes out staggered and airy, light and strained as her eyes follow the approaching woman. Melanie looks as if she's approaching an injured animal, she can only imagine how pathetic she must look, battered and broken into a bloody, gross mess. The thought formulating in her mind producing such a vivid image has her flinching in disgust that she didn't roast the er who did this to her. Roast him to a crisp!

"Go on, it's okay... I think I can trust you—" She doesn't dare mention the voice in her head, because that's a sign of vulnerability by being far too honest. "So go on, I can't even shift without wanting to cry out in pain..." She utters breathlessly, shaking and leaning closer to give her better access, her weakened eyes peek up at the girl's as she's standing before her and she pushes the corner of her lips to hitch up into a small smile. "Just be gentle... please..."

@℥ Go Younjung The dorm room was quiet when Melanie arrived back 'home' from the library that evening. It was sort of an eerie silence, the kind that lurked in empty hallways, that lurked in dark, shadowy rooms where you think you saw a flicker of someone or something hiding amongst your things but then realize your eyes are playing tricks on you. She had been on edge since arriving on the island a few weeks back. She had enjoyed a few moments of peace, listening to the crashing of the ocean's waves against the shore, but it didn't last long. Peace never lasted long in her life. A stranger had appeared and clasped their calloused fingers around her wrist and practically dragged her toward a new, unwanted life. She attempted to reach down inside her soul to feel for that surge of magic she had found when she had been ually assaulted earlier that day but she couldn't find it. It was hiding beneath her skin and refused to come to her rescue. After all, it helped her once already that day, why should it make another appearance? She realized that her magic was stubborn.

The stranger leaned towards her, a smirk playing on his scarred lips, and told her that she was now what they called, an 'unlucky one'. She would live in this cramped dorm until someone purchased her in an auction. She would become their object. Their possession to do with however they pleased. She'd have no choice but to obey them and the thought of that made her sick to her stomach. She swore she would NEVER become someone's possession. She would never let another soul touch her without her permission.

Melanie collapsed on her knees, slid her fingers through her tangled mess of hair and sobbed. Her whole body was shaking and hot tears splashed down her face. Suddenly her body felt as if it was floating and there was a tingling sensation that rushed through her veins. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling the wetness of her tears on her lashes, and she realized that she was floating. Actually floating. She sniffled, feeling the snot in her sinuses daring to make an escape, and rubbed the back of her palm across her nose, a few sobs escaping as she did so. Of course her magic would show up now. After the danger already left her presence. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. Why couldn't she control her magic? How could she protect herself from these beings that want to buy her if she couldn't even control her magic??

Melanie had decided at that moment that she would get a job at the nearby library both to earn money to purchase her escape and so she would be able to research ways to control her magic.

Thankfully the events of the past few weeks had been a bare minimum and she decided that today she would enjoy herself. She would perhaps brew herself a cup of tea, curl up in a soft blanket in front of the heater and read a book she found about mages and their history. She couldn't think of a better way to enjoy herself since mother nature decided to unleash a flurry of snow upon the island. She shrugged off her winter coat, a luxury she was able to buy with her first paycheck, and laid it across the arm of the couch.

She began to softly pad her way toward the small kitchen when the sound of deafening, panicked knocking shot through the silence of her room. Melanie stood there frozen, a look of pure shock and panic on her soft face. Almost like a deer in headlights. She didn't know who could be visiting her at this time of night. Hell, she didn't even know anyone. What if someone had finally purchased her and had arrived to steal her away? She could feel her heart thump, thump, thumping hard against her ribs. She went to brace herself on the counter but missed because of sheer panic and could hear a crashing sound against the floor and sound of glass breaking from her favorite cup that she must have accidentally bumped into. She didn't have a choice but to cautiously approach the door. After all, whoever was on the other side could easily break the door down to get her if they wanted  her badly enough.

Melanie's fingers trembled as she reached for the door knob,  taking a shaky breath as it turned in her palm and peeked around the doorframe as she opened it. What she saw standing before her made her heart drop. A girl stood before her, , and blood, God, so much blood covered her that it made Melanie's stomach churn. She noticed bruises and slashes and had a horrifying thought of this beautiful creature dying on her doorstep. That thought made her body start moving in overtime. She knew nothing of medical procedures. She had no clue how she would help this girl but, God, she couldn't let her suffer.

Melanie blinked back the panicked tears that prickled at her tearducts and moved toward her couch to retrieve her jacket. With a gentle flick of her arms, Melanie wrapped the jacket around the girl's shoulders and whispered softly, "it's gonna be alright, doll, it's gonna be alright." She gestured toward her small dorm. "Let's get you inside, okay? It's way too cold for you to be out here." Melanie stepped back through the doorway and offered her hand to the girl but then let her hand fall back to her side instead. She didn't want to just grab her without permission. Who knows what this poor creature went through before she ended up at her doorstep? She didn't want to make things worse by touching her the wrong way or by saying the wrong thing. Hell, she didn't even know if she could trust the stranger, but she pushed down her thoughts of mistrust. She needed to find something to stop the bleeding.

Melanie rushed to the kitchen and started opening drawers, filtering through them trying to find something she could use to stop the bleeding. She knew there was a first aid kit somewhere but she couldn't even remember where it was. "You can sit on the couch, okay? I'm gonna find something to maybe stop the bleeding." She crouched by one of the bottom cabinets under the sink and slammed open the door, and her eyes locked onto the small white box with a red cross plastered onto the front. There it was. Finally. Melanie pulled herself up onto her feet and very slowly moved toward the girl. No sudden movements. Don't scare her off. "I'm Melanie...You're safe now, okay? I'm going to help," Melanie reassured her in a soft voice. She was going to do everything in her power to help the girl. Even if it was the last thing she did.

@ᾧ Melanie Martinez [tw: blood, kidnapping, hurt victim of a kidnapping]

Battered! Bloody! Broken as tears stream down the young woman's face. Never before would Younjung once thought that she would end up in such a compromising situation. It was supposed to be peaceful. A new home, somewhere off the radar from humans who aim to harm her, kidnap her and hurt her, use her for her powers, but yet, here she is once again, with the same song, a different tune. Nothing can ever go right in her life, over the years of abuse and torture she didn't think the island would bring such a tragedy right off the bat. Of course, the elf knew that she shouldn't trust any and anyone but how was she to know that someone seemingly so harmless would attack her right away? Without a moment's breath, he was lunging and springing into action, knocking her out and incapacitating her before she even had a chance to draw her spiritual fire to counter the attack.

Staggering to find her way away from the cabin, she stumbles around the woods, it's dark, her eyes cannot register where she's even heading, and she's lost, confused, and highly disoriented since she doesn't know her way around this nightmare she's trapped in. Knightmare Island? What a fitting name bestowed to the newfound 'home' she got herself into. Her breath comes out of ragged, deep, hoarse pants, managing to attack her assailant with what little fire energy she had left - the drugs or whatever this man used on her - surely knocked her on her arse, being drugged up to the core where she couldn't even summon a single burst of flame to attack him. How tragically embarrassing it was for her as she staggered around the woods, , with nothing covering her but welts, blood, and bruises lacing her once beautiful, alabaster flesh. Upon first glance, as she looks down at her chest, the deep, red slashes curve up to her collarbones, causing her to wince as her stomach churns and the nauseating feeling hits her full force once again.

Hunching over, her stomach boils over and the remaining contents are let out in a full-blown of 'sick,' she feels even more nauseated while looking and feeling, tasting the bile and copper that comes up, just as a light beckons her over, seems like a beacon of light - hope. Something guiding her and whispering to her, soothing, calming her as her staggering feet take her over, her body shuddering, covered in droplets of snow, she knows for a fact her frame would be graced with frostbite, due to how cold it is right now during Winter. Her powers are nonexistent right now, so there's no way for her to find a tinge of warmth, not a spark - nothing. It seems as if her spirit has dwindled and shriveled up in a cold, dark, lonely corner, with no way of being helped or assisted to be better. However, the cottage she spots - or so she assumes it to be, draws her in like a magnet, a woman's voice speaks something in her head, is that Celtic? A foreign yet old language, something she doesn't even know fully, but has heard little snippets of it here and there in the past while growing up. Maybe her fire spirit didn't leave her fully after all and it's showing her the way, a path to safety, freedom, help! With a shaky hand, tremoring breath, and a desperateness in her voice, she cries into the shrill, cold, dark night, banging her bloody fist onto the wooden door and begging to be let in. Someone, anyone - to hear her out and invite her in, bring her food, and clothes, and help her mend her wounds. The hairs stood erected on the back of her neck, a bit scared, expecting 'him' to approach her from behind and whisk her off - this time, effortlessly killing her, she was so sure that it was murder on his mind, to begin with.

A trapped little mouse, tied up, desperate, and broken just for him to toy with, abuse, play with, and torture while the life out of her slowly.

@ᾧ Kim Jongdae Guides you to a small room and when I opened the door you can see bunk beds on both sides of the small room. All beds have one cotton cream colored blanket and pillow. Inside the room has a small table at the far end with a small window on top of it and a door that leads to the bathroom. "This is the place where you will stay until someone bought you," I said while giving you some clothes and personal items. "every day your food will be brought here for you, just say thank you and it will be your daily activity check. Please be good and we will also be good for you." I said, "do you still have any questions?"

@ᾧ Lee Jihoon Guides you to a small room and when I opened the door you can see bunk beds on both sides of the small room. All beds have one cotton cream colored blanket and pillow. Inside the room has a small table at the far end with a small window on top of it and a door that leads to the bathroom. "This is the place where you will stay until someone bought you," I said while giving you some clothes and personal items. "every day your food will be brought here for you, just say thank you and it will be your daily activity check. Please be good and we will also be good for you." I said, "do you still have any questions?"