Wheeling Gull Isle and begged you not to leave

Woah, waking up sure was weird when your eyes actually opened. Murky blue gaze scanned around the area, and Haoming squinted at the newfound light, as dim as it might have been. Gross. That was a bad thing, she thought... but there was too much to see to hide from it.

The mottled girl yawned and stretched, then peered around, one eye - the one that would turn red in the future - squeezed shut against the offensive evening light. There were others here - little forms in a dirty room. How strange.