[Dahlia opens her eyes, and after a moment of disorientation and confusion, she screams. Fuzzy or not, getting ambushed in the changing room and nearly getting bisected is a memory nobody wants to dwell on. It takes a long moment before feeling like she might throw up passes, but when it does, it's all too clear what she has to do.
She's never been a stranger to the concept of spirits and ghosts - never feared dying because she knew she'd never truly die, and this world is evidently no different. So now that her ties to the physical world have been forcibly severed, there's exactly one thing that she cares about. Predictably that thing is revenge for herself and the rest of Town A can go up in flames for all she cares.
Mind set, she leaves her room at the Inn and goes out to see what she can see in this new hellhole. Pointedly she's no longer bothering with social smiles.]
wednesday
She's never been a stranger to the concept of spirits and ghosts - never feared dying because she knew she'd never truly die, and this world is evidently no different. So now that her ties to the physical world have been forcibly severed, there's exactly one thing that she cares about. Predictably that thing is revenge for herself and the rest of Town A can go up in flames for all she cares.
Mind set, she leaves her room at the Inn and goes out to see what she can see in this new hellhole. Pointedly she's no longer bothering with social smiles.]