Hanging over the edge of her bed, Alice hung upside down, reading a book on the creatures of the Deadlands, flicking through the pages, half interested in it. Whilst nearly all were things she had never heard of, the information about them was less interesting than she thought, mainly just in-depth descriptions of their biology, something she would much rather learn about first-hand, rather than explaining their origins and any strange powers they had, like the mimics.
Letting the book fall through her fingers after flipping to a new page with the same type of boring information, she groaned, only to be pleasantly surprised by a voice cutting through the air. "Alice." Throwing herself up, sat at the end of the bed, dressed in a black magic robe. Chesh sat, with a grin, lazily leaning against her hand, her black and purple hair falling to cover half her face.
