Lydia was sitting on the hard bed which was pushed against one side of her tiny room. Her naked feet hanging in the air, slowly dangeling as she stared moptionless at them. The strawberry blonde hair, still wet from the shower she just had, clung to her face, the water dropping out of it forming small puddles on the floor. Lydia didn’t need to look up to hear someone entering her - not that she could really move much in her catatonic state. “A visitor. How nice.” Her voice was hollow and raspy, as if she wasn’t used to using it anymore.