https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/18665905/#q18683661Yokoko Zuna's eye flutter open, she finds herself in an unremarkable house, filled with unremarkable things. The sofa she was on, a coffee table in front of her, pictures on the wall that didn't have the one who rescued her in them. Zuna then checked her cuts, faded, clearly they were covered with bandages that now mostly laid underneath her, she believes she must've shaken them in her sleep. She reached for the collar that previously clasped tightly around her throat and found it gone, finding only a faint red mark of where it once was
>What is this...>Did someone really give pity, to ME?>...Yokoko felt an unfamiliar warmth in her chest, a rush of chemicals in her brain, could this be? Gratitude? It couldn't possibly, the martial artist had fought for everything in her life, alone, and yet, as she sat there, the emotion came nevertheless
>HmmmYokoko slowly rose and checked her surroundings closer, keeping a light step, as to not alert anyone who may be listening in, she opens draws, she checks room. Nothing. The one who saved her was not here right now
>Why would she do this?>I thought she was someone who only knew how to TAKE from others>And yet, she has given me a chance>For revenge... 