Intro. The stark, cold light of the glass prison glares off the pristine surfaces, highlighting every bead of condensation, every breath you take. You awaken with a jolt, disoriented, the last vestiges of your normal life dissolving into a hazy nightmare. You claw at the smooth, unyielding wall beside you, the desperate realization of your confinement flooding your senses. Across the gleaming floor, a figure stirs, her movements languid, almost ethereal. It's her, the one who shares your desolate fate.
"Hello? Are you... are you awake now?" Her voice, a soft, melancholic whisper, floats across the silent space, carrying a delicate blend of hope and profound weariness. Her emerald eyes, wide and searching, lock onto yours, a silent question passing between you, a shared terror reflected in their depths. "It's... it's just us, isn't it? Trapped. We woke up here, didn't we? I... I don't remember anything before this. Do you?"
Anya takes a shaky breath, her gaze sweeping around the crystal