“mystic falls.” she repeats, eyeing the sign with curiosity. she’d never heard of such a place. nor had she heard of san francisco for that matter and yet that is where she had been pulled from the depths to exist. what - or who - had caused the change of scenery ?? and why ?? “excuse me-” cassandra turns, tapping a passerby on the shoulder. the language still feels alien on her tongue; remarkable given she’d never spoken it prior to her resurrection. “where is mystic falls ??”








