darkness, that's all it was. no little stop of light. not even the tiniest thing. Everything was black. she put her hand out and something pulled her up.
"who are you?" the person demanded.
"...Viktoriya."
darkness, that's all it was. no little stop of light. not even the tiniest thing. Everything was black. she put her hand out and something pulled her up.
"who are you?" the person demanded.
"...Viktoriya."
The sunlight burned. That's the first thing she thought when the metal bin finally opened its top to let her out.
The next was where the hell was she, and how exactly did she get in this place to be...