Sarah slept uneasily, twisting and turning on the couch in her living room. Small beads of sweat had formed on her skin, paler now than it usually was. She tried to fight the darkness that was closing in on her, tried to not listen to the voice that had set itself into her mind. But no matter how much she fought, there was no escaping it...<br/><br/>...hide and seek...<br/><br/>...my house, my rules...<br/><br/>The words kept repeating themselves in the back of Sarah's mind as she found herself in a dark room, surrounded by bright shimmering portals. Two dark shapes in front of the brightness spoke to one another. Sarah couldn't make much out of their forms with the backlight the portals gave, there was little more than their voices to go by. Voices that indicated both of them were male.<br/><br/>Quietly, she walked up to the two men and caught their last bit of conversation. She only now realised there was a weight attached to her head. Her short hair had been formed into a long ponytail that fell over her shoulder, reaching all the way down to her waist, where a leather belt held a pair of brown pants up. They were tucked into some darker brown boots. Sarah tilted her head curiously and inspected her hands, noticing awkward gloves on both of her hands. The glove on her left forearm was tied around her arm with a simple leather strap, and the only fingers that were covered by the supple leather were her thumb and index finger. The glove on her right hand was even more unusual, only covering the three middle fingers of her hand and leaving her thumb and pinky free without cover. Her abdomen showed a bit of skin, until a leather top covered her chest and most of her ribcage. Over the top, she wore a green coat, reaching just over her hips.<br/><br/>With every step she took, Sarah noticed some other things weighing her body down. One was a quiver full of arrows on her left hip, the other was a bowcase on her back. She moved her hand to her back and pulled out a dark wooden bow. Sarah found she was dressed like an archer, which immediately caused a sting in her heart.<i>Matthew....</i><br/><br/>Then, she remembered the men in front of her.<br/><span style="color: navy">"This isn't about finding the way out... This is about seeking whatever it is we need to find..."</span>, she spoke in a quiet voice. The glimmer of the portal reflected into her bright green eyes as she looked at the two men, clearly not very sure about the situation they were in either.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>