The last thing she remembered was closing her eyes tight against everything that was going on around her.  The lack of air as she struggled against what was holding her down.  It had been a horrific nightmare and she didn't want to watch, clawing at the solid frame above her.  Squeezing her eyes shut to block out the image was the best option.  It must've been a few minutes, but the sensations faded away and she startled back to reality.<br/><br/>Calista's eyes snapped open, staring into the bleak void.  She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision in hoping that the dark would clear.  Was she blind?  Had they gone that far?  Her sheer terror at what had transpired left a gap in her memory and as soon as she found a way home, she'd have to think hard about how she'd gotten away.  Had she even managed that?<br/><br/>Getting to her feet was a struggle, forcing stiff limbs to cooperate.  It all felt jarring and she surmised that she was having a nightmare.  That would explain how dark it was and why she was in a completely different place than when she'd last looked around.  It made sense, why her limbs felt heavy and her head was in a fog, like she was having dream paralysis.  It took all the energy she had to will herself to look around the dim area.<br/><br/>There was a door in the distance, a single light and she stumbled toward it blindly.  She could barely make out the things around her, the edges of her vision still swarming with that haze she'd seen before closing her eyes mere minutes ago.  A shaking hand reached for the handle as she approached the wooden door, her fingertips were a dusky color and there was a deep dark coloring to the tips of her nails, as though there was dirt underneath.<br/><br/>Anyone who saw her would see her pale skin, nearly white, and her blue tinged lips.  Grey eyes stared wildly at what was going on around her.  If anyone took a glimpse toward her, her neck revealed dark imprints, similar to those that hands would make when wrapped around the skin.  It was the sign of her horrible end, the dusky bruising would be found on her corpse, lips blue from lack of oxygen and blood caked under her nails from scratching at her attacker.<br/><br/>Being swathed in the light was welcoming, but the sights around her made her speechless.  Every person in the room looked dead either that or they were really good at costume makeup.  The room was massive and she glanced behind her back into the dark.  There had been no indication that a room this large existed.  It was a trick of the mind, just another clear sign that she was dreaming.  All she could hope was that she would wake up soon.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Name: Calista<br/>
Age: 21 upon the time of her death<br/>
Height: 5'3<br/>
Weight: 137lbs<br/>
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