[attr="class","sinnert"]Freedom.

There was no other word to describe the sensation Cassie felt every time she entered this place. She casually walked the ruins of the dilapidated mansion as if it were her own house, humming to herself a simple melody that echoed through the empty halls. As if the mansion were still intact. Anyone who would see her would think she was the ghost of a girl who once lived in the shadow of the past.

She walked barefoot with a lively step. Light broke through every crack and hole it could find, but this barely provided enough lighting. While most people would find it worrisome to trek under such low visibility, it didn’t matter to Cassie. Her body wasn’t normal and no normal injury could harm her. Cassie had yet to find anybody who could incapacitate her like any other normal human.

A blue slime bounced just right behind her, and landed softly on her head. Its face seemed sad and disappointed, its body drooping just a little.

“Sorry, Blue.” Cassie said, taking the slime from her head. “I know you don’t like it here because you don’t get to eat but don’t worry, you’ll get your next meal soon enough.”

She smiled and stretched his body as far as she could with a bright smile on her face. Blue liked it when he was stretched beyond what his body could handle. Cassie never considered herself as a masochist, and had no incentive to think that Blue was obsessed with pain. She let go of his body and it compressed back together, like rubber. The slime dropped on the floor and jumped up and down, begging to go another around.

Cassie kept walking towards the big hall at the center of the mansion, ignoring Blue who sulked right behind her. If she started playing with him, it’d be forever before they finished. Today, it’d be her turn to play, stretch the legs and sharpen her claws.

The Leaders of the Grimm Troupe rarely coalesced together. She’d known that fact to be the decorum of the group. But it didn’t hurt to meet up with some of the leaders outside of business. Besides, whenever they weren’t busy, a sparring match was a commodity if anything. Grimm members didn’t “talk” to each other, they fought, and killed if necessary. Myria and her would be conversing today, in a way.

Blue bounced once to hop on the elongated table where Cassie had taken a sit at the very front. The seat of the head of the house.
“Well, this feels nice. Hopefully, we can make the Grimm ours one day Blue. That way we won’t be left without a place in the world.”

The slime bounced once and Cassie smiled.

[attr="class","sinnerlyric"]Someone told me
to trust in strangers