Ouroboros Spine And I don't remember why I came

He didn't have long to dread his impending doom. A woman appeared, clad in so many colors and so many scars that it was almost hard to focus on any single feature. More importantly, though, she got straight to the point. Tybault liked that.
I'm looking for my sister. Gold fur, gold eyes. She might be ill or injured, Or dead, he thought, but kept that to himself. There was no point in asking after a dead girl. Have you seen her? It felt foolish to ask. No one had seen her. Not a single soul.