Reality was often far too cruel. Just when an individual were to think that things were far too gone and it was impossible for the situation to get any worse, it does. Misha Arsellec Lune could truthfully attest to this after waking up from a deep slumber. The soft, warm light of the nearby lamp. The velvet cushions. The chirping of cicadas and the feeling of utter bliss. Serenity. It was all gone in a blink of an eye. The moment her eyelids fluttered open, immediately she could feel her body aching, slumped against the cold cement floor. Her surroundings foreign to any town or district she had come across. It didn’t take long for her to realize that she was in a world completely different from her own. “Jack...? Krusche? Are you there...?!”
Her two companions were nowhere in sight. As similarly confused individuals walked on past, Misha stilled herself to remain calm. Panicking will only make it all the more difficult for her. It seemed at least, that she was in a peaceful abode. There were no monsters or bandits lurking about. Scanning the area, she failed to distinguish a familiar face from the crowd, but at least none of them looked particularly dangerous. Unsteadily she manages to get back up on her feet, but then she makes the fatal mistake of looking right at the hole just a meter away.
Images of deathly apparitions seemed to spring forth, as if wanting to pull her down into the abyss. Misha’s face paled. She longed to look away, but found herself unable to. The ground seemed to be spinning. Her legs, shaking. As she buckled under the extreme discomfort, she resisted the urge to vomit. Practically gasping for air, she could feel herself beginning to trip over her own feet – she needed to take a few minutes to catch her breath. “H-help someone...I-Ah-!!!” Panicked screams resound through the area as she backs up and nearly falls inside, only managing to hold onto the the edge.
As she caught sight of the eclipsed moon her grip tightens. Is this the last thing she sees before her inevitable fall?
