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Astoria woke up on a cold, hard floor, her head pounding. She sat up slowly, her hand flying to her head as she instantly went dizzy.
The last thing she remembered was feeling a pain through her neck and seeing Isabella.
And then she saw Ray. She was convinced she had died. She wondered why she didn't, she was of incredibly high value.
She used the floor to help her stand up, but everything was blurry for a few seconds.
Her vision eventually came into focus and she saw what looked like a playground. It was colourful.
It looked... fun.
Is this the human world?
She asked herself, noticing some windmills and poles that had speakers on them.
She then realized that she was in different clothes too. A white shirt and black leggings, along with her old brown boots from the orphanage and her hair tied up into a ponytail.
It was something out of a fever dream. It felt too good to be true.
She raised her eyebrow as she saw dry blood on the floor, that was her first hint that this place wasn't as innocent as it looked.
