<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Only a Matter of Time...</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Date: September 20th, 2000</span></div><br/><hr/><br/>How long had it been, since she had been captured by another's own hand? It seemed near impossible back in her own world, before she had landed here. She never seemed to understand why they decided to fight for what they believed was their own world. The humans never took care of their home, so why were they so hellbent on keeping it theirs to control? After everything that had happened so far, she found it odd, and quite strange.<br/><br/>Humans...<br/><br/>They were so curious, so hopeful, and yet, equally brainless and susceptible to manipulation. They always seemed to want more, to rise above themselves, and yet when it came to figuring out their own problems, they crept away, hidden in the cracks of their own self loathing. Did they ever wish to change? Did they ever wish to have more than what they had been given?<br/><br/>Or was it that they simply needed someone to show them the way?<br/><br/><div align="center">"Humans, always so curious about what they do not understand..."</div><br/>The walls were dark around her, bright lights blinking in succession as something was brought down lower, lower, lower...<br/><br/>A cozy little home, a cell in the middle of a room, with walls painted a dark black. Like an abyss no light could escape from, the illuminated lights above kept all eyes on the cell, on her. A group came walking nearby her cell, some carrying boards with paper, others with files. Some had looks of worry, others showed blank expressions in place of the fear inside of their hearts. They were scared, yes, they should be.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Be terrified, little humans.</em></div><br/>Their words bored her, crimson eyes watching, waiting. Her figure, her appearance, appeased them in some way, yet terrified them. She looked like them, so innocent, so beautiful, so<em>human</em>. They had captured her, yes, but they would only scratch the surface of what she could do.<br/><br/>The one who was leading them spoke, something she was not interested in learning, and yet as they asked questions, she turned her head, crimson boring into their nervous ones.<br/><br/><div align="center">"You're curious about me, aren't you?"</div><br/><br/>As she lifted from her feet, inches off the ground, the little group of humans stepped back, nervous, more so than before. She gave a smirk, her dark violet hair swaying as she moved within the air around her. Like a fog she disappeared, a smoke that covered the cell. In mere moments she reappeared within another area of the cell; still floating, still unpredictable. Her dress flowed and accentuated her figure, her shapely legs and hips, her mature features that made those stare.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Yes</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Yes</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Look at me</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Love me</span><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Crave Me</strong></span></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">"Please, by all means, ask me. You know of my name, yes?"</div><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">"Mmm, then again, you must be so used to that little title they decided to give."</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>A sinister smile came upon her lips, crimson eyes boring into the group, as she floated closer towards the glass wall of her cell.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">"By all means, ask me, your so called 'Project Violet'~"</span></div><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/pN9J9SA.jpg)</div>