My eyes slowly pry open to a blinding whiteness. This... isn't where I fell asleep. Where am I? Still half-conscious, I stand up. There isn't a defining feature anywhere. No features save one. A few yards away is another girl. I wonder how I missed her before? I was facing her when I woke up. The mystery girl doesn't seem to be conscious. Perhaps she might know where we are? I walk towards her.

The girl looks to be around 15 years old. She's wearing an extremely oversized black hoodie and very short jean shorts. It contrasts harshly with my bright purple shift. As I near her, I slow. There seems to be something off about her. On closer inspection, the girl's skin is ashen, and her eyelids, nearly entirely hidden by a cloud of black curls, are flickering wildly. As I get closer still, I can hear her muttering random words. 

Cautiously, I kneel by the strange girl. She seems to be relaxing. Her eyelids aren't doing the thing anymore, and she isn't muttering as frequently. I reach for her hand.