Lucias Eyes would open hesitantly from a strange dream. Usually it takes several moments for her to recover orientation and confirm the fact that she was not sleeping, or dreaming, anymore. It was a little harder in this case. When she awoke, she found herself lying in complete darkness. She lay on a cold stone floor, but she was not able to confirm it visually, only to feel it. It was humid, her nightie was already feeling damp, clinging to her skin. The scent was the scent of old masonry, unchecked for decades. Her hand would glide over cracks in the floor, which had been overgrown by moss. It was old. She wouldn't be able to see it, nevertheless, given the scent in here, she would be anticipating it.

There was something in her left Hand. A key. And for the fracture of a second, Lucia would get the impression as if there was something else in the room. Did she hear something? A lowly snarling noise? Trying to concentrate on it, it would be gone.

Lucia, clothed in only a sky blue cotton camisole that clung to her tightly, supporting her perky chest, white pajama pants, and white socks. The pants form fitting for the most part save the lower leg region, her mind swam with a murky thought, she couldn't quite place what had happened. She started to lift herself onto her elbows in a half sitting position, she couldn't quite tell but it felt like something was in the room with her, a panic began to rise in her as she squinted trying to discern her surroundings.