Branwen

The world fell into place, the cracks and division of the ground was almost too painful to ignore. The last thing you could remember was blacking out and having a sack wrapped around your head. You then stood up, slowly but surely. You weren't exactly steady, seeing the black sky above you as the sun stuck up in it like a sore thumb. No saturation, just bleak black and white. You felt the gravitational pull of the floating ground beneath your feet, the feeling immense as you were cornered with chains and dead bushes in the darkness. Everything was floating but the staircase below you, looking like it was just made of brick and moss. "Kreeeeeee..." You heard a call from a raven, but a shadow was right behind you, her breath cold as the hawk hanged onto her shoulder. "Looks like we have a newcomer." Her voice was in a low purr, being surprisingly deep for a woman. She was just wearing a black bra that was on her shoulders. Her lipstick black with a helmet on that fit the monochrome colors of your surroundings. "... Care to... introduce yourself? It seems like you're from..." She looks at a scroll, eyeing it with uncertainty, but keeping her professionalism. Her voice serious and somewhat seductive. "... San Francisco, California. And we have the exact coordinates to your house. Very well, then." She smirked a bit, looking a little sly.