<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fgm5IMb.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:20PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black District, Club Zodiac (Inside)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lily, Kevin (m), Leasick (m), Gorrah<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Falling Down (https://youtu.be/AsqoxRb0d8M)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Club Dress (https://i.imgur.com/ERzFVhw.jpg)/Hair down, with Makeup (https://i.imgur.com/RY6WxCK.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>“W-what?”   The pain in her head was still there, throbbing as Lily had done nearby the bar to checkup and recount what was going down. All Mallory could think of, however, was the pain washing over her, and the blurring of her vision. Brown eyes glanced towards the two men that were situated a few feet away from her and Lily, and true to her word, Mallory saw the two taking with... a woman? She hasn’t even seen her walk around or be near the bar, so how had she’d been there so suddenly? Leasick was close to her, the two of them talking, her eyes crimson...<br/><br/>Why did she seem so familiar?<br/><br/>She’d never seen her before, and yet, this feeling, almost as if she was someone close. Her silky, magenta hair shined in the neon lights, and Mallory couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Did she know the woman from somewhere?<br/><br/>“Ah!”  A hand came to hold the side of her head, another pulse coming and going. Her breathing felt so labored, but she’d only been there for an hour or two; she wouldn’t have felt this way so fast unless something was wrong. Even as she heard someone come over, a man by the looks of it, her focus wasn’t on him, or on Lily.<br/><br/>That woman looked older than them, maybe a few years or so, and yet Mallory couldn’t see to pinpoint who she was. It was as if she had come out of nowhere, appear out of thin air. With each breath her vision became weaker, blurring as she tried to move from her chair to get to her feet. Turning as best as she could back to the bar top, all she could see was... nothing. Her arm dragged along the bar surface as the drink she had shattered to the ground, the contents spilling everywhere, before Mallory’s body fell.<br/><br/>The impact was loud as her body hit the floor of the club, head knocking against the concrete as a small gash appeared along the side of her head.<br/><br/>Clammy skin and a pain within her skull remained, as her eyes shut to keep the lights away. Her vision was shaky, but all she could look at was the two men talking to the mysterious woman, as the young researcher’s gaze locked into her. Her heart was pounding nearly out of her chest, racing a mile a minute; she hadn’t felt this way since that day with Kevin, when they had fought Reckley...<br/><br/>Something was wrong, she knew it.<br/><br/>She needed her anchor; she needed Kevin.