Washi
Washi sat at the desk and took in her surroundings, looking for any exits in case she had to run. The office had a black and white color scheme and a small window.
"What is your name?" The woman who had brought her in asked. Washi paused for a moment trying to contain the headache that was rising. Not now she thought as the headache became increasingly more painful.
"W-Washi." She was finally able to stammer out, wincing and touched her fingertips lightly to her forehead. The woman asked her a few more questions, like how she got so banged up. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and another face peeked in. Washi instantly jumped up, ready to be on guard. It was just the girl standing at the door when Washi had made her dramatic entrance.
Now that Washi wasn't fighting for her life, she assessed this stranger. She had long brown hair and large eyes that darted to multiple places at once. She seemed timid to Washi, so she assumed that if it ever came to a life or death situation between her and the other girl it would be an easy win.
Slowly Washi let her guard down, but still eyes the girl suspiciously. "Hello, Mrs. Willow?" She said, "I'm Blight Hottle and I tried to talk to you before." So that was the girls name Blight. Washi tried it out, but it sounded foreign on her tongue. The only words she was accustomed to were "get off me!" and "let me go!" That happenes after 16 years of being locked up in a lab.
"Bonjour Madame Hottle." Washi said. "I'm terribly sorry if I frightened you earlier, I'm afraid it wasn't the best of times for me. My name is Washi." The girl, Blight , jumped a little when Washi spoke then managed a nervous smile.
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