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Rosé's/Chaeyoung's POV September 21, 2019/Time TBD
I wasn't in the ocean again. No. I was definitely on land. Unlike last time, dozens and dozens of people surrounded me. Yet I didn't know where I was at.
I couldn't see myself.
I didn't know how I looked.
All i could do was look around at the fine dining area I was clearly in, a set of brilliant lights built into the roof of the place.
The room was plain, but certainly not colorless, considering the emerald green leather-fabric of the chair that I was sitting upon.
I couldn't spot a single familiar face. Not that I was sitting with anyone exactly either.
The cutlery was none that I've ever seen before. It had a touch of remembrance and familiarity along with the silver it held.
As I went for one of my many knives, I gasped.
My eyes immediately focused on the clean white and velvety-purple glove upon my delicate hand, not a single inch of skin shown in sight.
But that wasn't what surprised me the most.
CRASH!
My eyes shot open in pain as my body made harsh contact with something solid and hard, several bruises already starting to form across my body. I groaned lightly at the impact, my face along with my body pressed up against some sort of metal wall. Where am I?
"Chaeyoung!" I heard two familiar voices yelp. I let out a breath of relief that I wasn't alone. Suddenly, I felt several pairs of arms on me, guiding me up gently and carefully.
Just when I was starting to get my balance, a harsh banging sound came from somewhere outside of the walls.
"Hey! Keep it down in there!" The squawking voice barked, attempting to silence us.
