Darkness, then few streaks of light fluttered in her sight, swirling around her as if the essence itself was alive and curious to whether she was. Her tail tensed, and she sat up, becoming fully aware of her body.. And instantly, her head boomed. The streaks danced around her almost playfully.. Teasing her. They were alluring in their own way against what looked like a velvet black sky dotted with spots of light. Images of an old man in a lab came to mind. Papers were strewn about his desk, cluttering it to the point of chaos as he ran his fingers through his snowy white hair, blue eyes full of frustration. He looked up acknowledging her presence, and the room lit with a warm smile as he mouthed something.. A name maybe..? and stood. Making his way over, his forehead exploded, and a bullet passed through causing his eyes to freeze as he fell to the ground. Those electric blue eyes looked up at her with a pleading look, and then glazed over while his soul left the shell of his body. The culprit, a cloaked figure remained, barrel smoking until he placed it into his coat and.. Blackness engulfed her vision. The dragoness gasped, or tried only to realize that she was not breathing.. Her claw found its way to where her heart would be, and she felt no beat. Fear gripped her stomach as she looked herself over. Something was different.. But what? She wasn't sure. She only knew something felt weird on her foot. Reaching down, she discovered a tag carefully tied to on of her toes.. And upon retrieving it, she read... "Rigor Mortis, 20:00" Unsure of what it meant, she uneasily rubbed the back of her neck, but as she did so, near her throat, her skin felt rigid.. And unnatural. Her fingers explored a line that ran across her throat.. Stitched.