Three months had passed since the games launch, her imprisonment, her mentors death, and the end of what she knew as every day life. Clientele would come looking, people that had yet to pay would get away with no fee, the squirrel she used to feed would stop visiting, she couldn't feel, see, smell, or taste right, everything was numb. Above all else, a rotting corpse lay on the other side of what she knew as 'home.' She'd bumped into players as the days passed. Some seemed infatuated with her simply because of how she looked, some called her the Starlit Wanderer due to her lack of introduction