She sat alone in a black dress. A plain white room was all she saw, no furniture, or plants, not even a drop of mud on the floor. All utterly white. She was stuck alone in a mental purgatory. Footsteps clicked behind her. She turned around, no one was there. With a complacent sigh she turned back around. Gen stood infront of her with a smile. He too was dressed in black. The walls started to drip, red spilled in lines all over the room, soon staining the walls in bloody streaks.  Neferet watched in confusion at the sight. She looked back at Gen. He smiled wider exposing set of fangs. Everything turned black.<br/><br/>Neferet's awoke to reality as a scream boomed from her lungs. Her eyes shot open. Her vision was hazy, but soon realized she was being carried. She blinked to find focus in her eyes. Her head turned slightly. She saw a guy with black hair.<br/>"G-Gen..." Her voice was soft and scratchy. Her throat ached, her limbs hurt, and she could not help but lay in his arms completely still. Her hand slightly grasping onto Gen's shirt. Her eyes burning with rage and hatred.