"I think anyone who was expecting here is either a fellow Seer or a plain liar."

Rose watched as Dirk was ushered a drink as if he was some form of royalty. Of course, he was, but it was merely the oddity to see such an occurrence. Fate was just too funny.

"Have them under your call, do you? Fitting," Rose would whisper with a soft chuckle.

Dirk was quick to continue and she was quicker to listen. She had a bit of condolences to the living situations. A sympathetic nod, but she wouldn't vocalize it: he seemed far too proud.

"I see. Well, I suppose the only way to handle a new situation like this is to make it worth your stay here."

She grew silent a bit, looking away.

This was all a bit to take in. Yes, another game, yes another chance to 'win'!

But, also another possible failure.

Her eyes kept focused away. She could feel the way the black tendrils of shadow crept from her skin in her past life. She could recall how each verbiage slithered from her throat into a mess of mysterious words lost in time.

It was rather blunt to know that games, and their horrors, were not new to her.

She'd rub at her wrist and forearms a bit, reassuring her that she was in proper mindsets for this.

"Well, you're not alone in this matter. There are plenty of people only a call away."