[ How? That single word echoes through her mind constantly. How is she still alive? How did she get here? How did Yao manage to change the entire city on them this time? How, how, how? Rose clutches her shirt at her chest with her one hand and head dipped low. Her blond hair is shorter than usual and there's a single faded pink streak through it. These are the marks of Haven should anyone recognize them. God, she hopes they do. 'Where?' is also a question that cycles through her head. Where are her packmates? Where is their house? Where is she?

Maybe someone might want to help the completely lost and confused young woman. It looks like she could use it. Her shirt is also stained with enough blood - her blood - to probably be mildly concerning. ]

[ Paranoia is nothing new. Rose is used to feeling of fear clawing at her insides on a regular basis. She's used to monsters; she's used to just about every terror that could possibly be thrown at her.

And yet, monster bears are new. It doesn't take long for her to cross paths with one of the mutated creatures skulking down the streets. She could smell them long before she saw them, naturally, but now one finally trundles into view. It doesn't seem outwardly hostile... yet. Though if she's learned anything in the past two years, she's learned it probably won't be docile for long. ]

That looks like a bear of a problem.

[ Really, Rose. Really. Is now the time? ]

Panic bells, it's red alert...

[ Comes the quiet sing-song saying from Rose's lips soon as the siren sounds. Hm. Yao is really pulling out all the stops now, aren't they? She'd only heard the siren a few times in Haven for all her time there... They must be trying to build the atmosphere of the new place up. Figures. The fog is a nice touch though, she has to admit. Sufficiently spooky.

Rose wanders along, not really too concerned until she hears a familiar voice. Her father's voice. Well. It took them long enough to bring him in the picture. They'd already used her mother against her, why not her dad too? Let's just have a grand family reunion! A low tenor suddenly speaks from somewhere in the fog, ] It should have been you. Now it will be.

[ That sounds, uh, pretty foreboding. While she can't see him yet, she can sense something that's making her skin crawl. Seems like it's time to book it. She can hear other people, too, but making them out in this haze is difficult. Hopefully she'll come across someone else. Safety in numbers, right? Let's just hope she doesn't scare them just as bad as the monsters lurking about. ]