"̴Up҉i’b͜r͢ ͜h̛py̕y͘s’̵ ͡n͞r ̕givl̢om̧h ̢l͡o͡f͟fomh͘ z͡r͜,͡" The creature grumbled, propping her upper half on her elbow to look at the person standing at the door. She shifts around on the thin mat to sit up and rub at her eyes before putting on her glasses. Who bothers to look in the dusty, almost useless attics of unused factories for whatever reason? It seemed like a good place to stay, it was warm, not falling apart at the seems for once, and there was supposed to less of a chance of someone finding her in here, whether it was on purpose or not. Being woken up from a good nap is so disorienting at least her Becoming self-conscious of her palms and wrists that weren’t covered, she pulled her jacket sleeves as far over the thick ringed scars around her wrists, they of course weren’t self inflicted but she was not one to show weakness. "͡͡Ȩj͢p s̴̵t̕͟r̢͡ ̢͜upi̕͜? ̸͡Ej͏̴͝s̶̷̶y̴͡ f̀͝p ̵u̵͘͡pi͢ ́e̡̢͠s̵҉̵m͢y̶̴̸?̶҉̵"̡͢͡ ̛She questioned glancing around for the bandages she kept wrapped around her arms.