Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150821023452

((When they got into the business of kidnapping teenagers, I believe. XD))

Quinn spiraled into unconsciousness for the second time that day, cursing her fate and her existence on a whole. Being sent into that horrifying white room again was one of the worst options in the world. For as long as Quinn could remember, every time she fell asleep or otherwise went into a similar state, she was sent to this room before being whisked off to whatever dream or nightmare or even vision of other worlds she would be forced to experience.

"What am I going to do?" She whispered, curling up in a ball and sobbing hot tears. They streamed down her face, blinding her. After a few minutes of wallowing in her sorrow, she sobered up, brushing away her tears gently. Quinn wasn't a damsel: she fixed her own problems.

The instant she came to this conclusion, a door rippled into existence before her. Quinn was startled. In this room, only two things ever appeared in this room: a beautiful flower on the ground that transported her to somewhat happy, but very surreal dreams or a nightmarish face that she was compelled to crawl through that showcased terrifying nightmares and sometimes glimpses into the strands of time.

"I guess I'll go through." She decided and stumbled through the doorway into the unknown.