I've been enjoying some really big catnaps in the sitting room while the woodburner has been roaring away and delivering an ambient temperature of totally tropical, as mew can see I was well in the snooze zone in my picture, as there's nothing like a freshly washed blanky and a fire to send mew into the land of nod! MOL
This life she has built, while empty, is predictable and safe. Until the only friend left from her previous life shows up, dead, in the back of a scrapped Tesla warplane. Clutched in her cold fingers is a note to Shining—warning her of a coming attack.