<span style="font-style: italic">"Valerie. Valerie Sanguin. Better known as Red. My father loved to call me that... where have I gone to? That is, where is here? And how did I get here? Things are rather fuzzy. I recall walking home from the village after selling some candy. (Un-infected, for a change. Maybe that's where I went wrong.) I think someone hit me over the head with something... Got the lump to prove it. Then they (whoever  that may be) must have dumped me here... And I'm not sure where here is. It certainly isn't home or anywhere near the village. Smells different. Too... Sterile. I've only been awake for a few minutes, but I'm running out of light to write by and this strange, bland room doesn't have any lanterns. Just an odd set of tiles on the ceiling that look like they might give light but I can't figure how to work-"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Kaaaatriiiiina! Hey guuurrrl, I he-ar ya!  ya'll wanna show sahm neighborly love 'n teyall us what's goin' orn, hun?</span>â€<br/><br/>Valerie, or Red, as she preferred to be called, jumped nearly out of her skin, her pen dragging the end of her "k" into a panicked tick of a line.<br/><br/>"Tch," she scolded herself for being so jumpy. Of course there were others here- she'd sensed their presence almost immediately after awakening. She just... hadn't expected them to be so loud. Red nodded once, convincing herself that it was the loudness of this person's voice, not the presence of another being, that had startled her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hold a minute... Maybe this person knows where I am. If he's even actually here- with the size of this bump on my head, I may well have some brain damage enough to cause hallucinations... Kind of annoying hallucinations,</span>she added with a shake of her head.<br/><br/>The girl pulled her long, red cloak tighter about her lithe frame, shaking her flaxen hair free from the over-sized hood. By the dim light that came from outside her room (in her previously disgruntled state she'd mistaken it for daylight) she could make out a barred opening on the door. Something of a window, maybe? Red padded forward cautiously, curling delicate hands around the cold metal and peering out between the bars. It took a moment and a few slow blinks for her deep azure eyes to adjust to the change in light. Immediately though, she saw another face looking back. Sort of. He didn't seem to notice she was there yet. Red tipped her head- a gesture of curiosity. Was this the person who had spoken earlier? She couldn't tell. The way his voice had echoed, she figured he could be anywhere.<br/><br/>Her first thought was to speak, but she held her tongue, deciding it would be best to observe the situation further. She made no move to hide, but scanned as much of the hallway as her peripherals would allow.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Where in Fenrir's name am I?</span>