Kieran stepped uncertainly behind their friends in a line. They were being released from their white prison and being taken by the woman who had come to see them. She had led them on a walk through the prison’s garden before taking them to her home. Now they were going to enter it.

It was larger than they had been expecting, although it shouldn’t have been surprising if it could actually also have room for their new forms.

Kieran strained their ears, hoping to hear something beyond the commonplace noises but heard nothing. The growl and rattle of the steel machines these people used was loud and offensive, even with lesser hearing. Birds seemed few and far between and the plants had been silent.

“What do we do?” Galen asked after the woman left the room.

“What can we do?” Phoena countered, fiddling with the glasses on their face. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t access any of my magic.”

The others gave their own complaints, all agreeing on what a strange feeling it was to lack it.

“I think we need more information.” Said Bree, surprising the others with her firmness. “Luckily, this body came armed. I do not know if you are as lucky. We need to find out as much about them as possible.”

“Right.” Said Sedge. “And then what exactly? If this world is really magicless…”

“Let’s not give up hope yet.” Bree said, an odd look on her face. “We have to be here for a reason, right? Let’s make the most of it.”

They opened each of the doors carefully, searching for clues as to the personalities. It hadn’t taken long to find their individual rooms, each marked with a label on the doorknob.

Kieran’s room was almost bare. A bag was packed full of clothing, placed on the chair at the desk. The wardrobe was empty. The windowsill was covered in pot plants that were clearly well tended to.

“I found something.” Bree said, knocking on her teammate’s doors. “You’ll wanna get a look at this.”