Standing still, Nova stared at her appearance in the bathroom mirror. What stared back at her wasn't shocking. The smeared blood. The tangled locks of hair. Or the two piece outfit she'd become accustomed to.
It wasn't shocking. But a reminder of the surreal reality she was now in. This lavish bathroom with its sleek countertops, walk in jacuzzi bath, and giant shower, it was all too much, too bright. Modern.
It was only months before she'd been missing these amenities, and now she despised everything about them. She wanted to be in the Beast World, with Yoa, and her true friends. Whether that meant to die by their side or not.
Now, she would be miserable for the rest of her life.
The rest of her life. That was a very long time if she lived to be at least eighty. In this humidity, Nova felt a chill run through her.
