"Where am I?" Liora questioned them, looking back and forth between the two.
In front of her was a large sofa that stretched to cover almost a third of the room's length, topped with dirty brown mattresses and pillows.
Seated on top of it were two individuals, the one on the left having a scalp fluffed with a familiar white, settling down along his face like roughs of snow were heaped atop his head.
However, the one on the left was unrecognizable, and not because Liora hadn't met them before.
No, the reality was far too unreal for her to admit she saw.
There was an obscure black ribboning in front of her face from ear to ear--like the wild sketches of an imaginative four year old.
It served to obfuscate not only her face, but also her hair, flecks pointing out from the scribbles to reveal a resemblant white.
Liora raised her brows from neither party properly responding to her question, their conversation moving unabated.
