@shuoshuzhe
A strange rushing noise is what came through first, accompanied shortly after by an aching pulse in her head as she slowly pushed herself up, her body feeling oddly heavily, and the sound of moving water was harmonized by a far more localized melody coming from herself as water spilled from her sodden hair as she moved a single hand to push drenched tresses away from her good eye.
Nothing looked familiar - this wasn’t her holding cell, nor was it the testing facility...this place was wholly unknown to her - far too well kept and attended to to be one of Murkoff’s institutions...the air much too clear; she shifted her legs beneath her, rising to her feet as she cautiously walked out of the water to better assess her surroundings.
“...wo zum Teufel bin ich?”
