It was bright as day outside, maybe because it was day, when Lyn sat, sunning on a single rock. The bubbling sound of the street soothed her, as it sounded like someone was drowning, dying. Her eyes were closed at this particular moment. The sun was too bright for her; too cheery, and when they were closed the insides of her lids were a bright red. A color which reminded her of fresh blood.

Lyn smiled. It wasn't merely a smile of contentmen, but also a smile full of wishful thinking. Lyn was a very bloodthirtsy Moto 'Undil, to say the very least.