She woke up in a coffin, her makeup was all gone. And her mascara was smudged down her face. Along with her lipstick. Her S/C skin and her H/C hair showed. She wanted to cry. She felt so... so weak. Why didn't she fight back? Why didn't she do anything as she let herself die? Why was she dealt a cruel hand in life?
Tears streamed down her face as she laid in the coffin. Where was she even? Was she being buried alive? She felt to her chest where the stab wound was meant to be now. It wasn't there. Her clothes weren't clean, they were tattered. Her gorgeous red kimono was now covered in dirt, it was torn. The sleeves were tattered now. Her H/L H/C was stained with blood. Her face was bruised and dirty. Maybe if she could clean herself up before she came out of here, maybe people wouldn't judge her if they saw her. She pushed the coffin lid off and found a reflective surface where she could do her makeup.
She put the lipstick back on and put S/C concealer on to cover her bags. As she got up, she stared down at a... a little weasel like being...?
"What's that noise...?" She said, the little weasel like being was no longer in sight. She felt a blazing heat come from the weasel's direction. She swore everything here was so... so peculiar? She twirled the ends of her butterfly hair clip around as she walked towards the weasel.
A golden hairpin adorned with sakura-colored butterflies and rubies is placed on Y/N's head. Pink particles are emitted by the hairpin. The two strands of gold and rubies move along with Y/N's movements.
"I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me... Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton! Try this on for size! Mya-ha!" It was a small voice, Y/N narrowly dodged a blast of fire that rushed past her. She let out a little yelp as it blazed the ends of her sleeves. No normal weasel could do that. Suddenly, the weasel realised she was awake.
"Now to grab the goods... What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The weasel said.
"A... A talking weasel...?!" She said curiously. Maybe weasels could actually talk and she never knew that. Maybe he was a new specimen? She stared at him with interest. She crouched down to his height.
"How... How DARE YOU! I am no WEASEL! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire! Tch. Whatever. You...human! Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it!" Grim said as he pawed at her black silk robe. She still thought she was wearing her red kimono. She stared down. It was a black silk robe with a hood. She quickly pulled the hood over her head. It took her by surprise, the fury in his eyes.
"Ah!- I'm sorry!" She involuntarily flinched away. She didn't want him to react violently. Her worst fear. Violence. She hated it. It made her feel as if she was back in that moment.
"Now. Give me that uniform! Cause if you don't...you're gonna regret it!" Grim said. She felt like... like she might have a chance here? She wouldn't be hated. People wouldn't wish her death upon her. She could finally be who she wanted to be. A smile etched itself on Y/N's face. She felt happy. A new fresh start. No one knew what she was like. Or who she was.
"I will not be giving you my uniform." She said. She made it clear that he would have to fight her for this uniform.
"Hey, come on! I'm on a tight schedule here!" Grim said. She shot him a glare.
She ran down the hallways, in fear of the weasel burning her. These hallways seemed infinite and winding. East is North and West is South, I'm trapped. She ran again. She was circling. She didn't realise yet. That overwhelming feeling of fear in the darkest pits of her stomach swelled up. She ran towards a tall, mahogany door which was intimidating. She slammed the door open and ran through. It was like a flash of red.
