--- Kat ---
Kat would've previously said that transitioning into someone's dreams was always a little jarring. Kat had apparently learnt nothing. Entering Angie's head was like slamming face first into a steel wall. A bit too literally actually. Kat found herself slammed into a metal surface and peeled herself off, wobbling a bit as she did so.
What the heck is going on? Kat glanced down at her feet and saw a black mist covering the ground. It was slightly curved and despite the smoke rising up from it, quite dense just a few centimetres in. It also felt… wrong. Like she was staring at an open wound. Which obviously this wasn't… but it gave the same sense of 'off' or 'not right'.
