Where... was she? The area around her was pitch black and her eyes felt something soft but thick obstructing her vision. It’s not as though she could hear a thing but faint ocean waves once every so often, which helped to keep her mind at ease when she felt conscious enough to do anything. Even then, her body was immobilized somehow but her arms kept raised over her head and kept by the walls her body rested itself on. If she fought or tried to speak, it would be as if her body jerked against itself and her voice fell mute to the normal senses of making words. No matter how loud she tried, she was only ever to make small sounds that could barely be heard by normal ears outside of the dungeon room she was in. Granted, her need to rest or have sore muscles was a little unnecessary, the fact she was being kept on her feet for however long she was down here was more than frustrating and humiliating for the elemental.
It had been weeks since she had vanished for.. well the second time since Lamia Scale was no more. She was away during which time and during so encountered something from which even she couldn’t beat on her own. Struck down, her memory had gone with the wind alongside her confidence. However, the latter meant nothing since she had no recollection of her previous life, including the very spirits whom continued to follow by her side. Those few she’d met before tried to help, but nothing seemed to poke through the bunny girl’s memory before she was soon lost to the wind once again. This time was different. Instead of being left in the wild, her person was captured and restrained, kept isolated in a place nobody would think to look for her. Every once in a blue moon, she could hear a voice calling her by a name, but she was never able to remember the voice. Despite her feeling it on the tip of her tongue and knowing the importance, it only fueled a rage of frustration from her bound form until it felt as though it were almost drained from her and she left to ferment in her anger until she would pass out from the time spent using her excess energy.
Ever since her capture, the people of Hargeon had started to feel as though something was going awry at the abandoned guild hall. Some people passing by have thought they could hear ghostly moans from inside while others think at night they can occasionally see a spectrum of a person walking along the long bridge towards the hall itself. Still, nobody has any proof of such an ordeal and the people have become much too afraid of bustling rumors to want to investigate on their own. Without being able to track down any old members, they are unsure of what they could and could not do in order to get down to the bottom of their ghostly mystery. Hopefully, someone would come by soon enough to help resolve it, but until then... Hargeon lived in fear.
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