Written somewhen in 2005, this short story highlighted a turning point for Kit, not only IC'ly but OOC'ly. She was originally conceived to be a short-lived NPC, but due to certain events, she ended up becoming one of my staple PC characters instead. She opened her eyes - and then had to turn away, squeezing them shut again. The sun - a sun - streamed into the room unimpeded, washing everything in a brilliant haze that stabbed mercilessly into her mind. A mind that was unusually quiet, blissfully...empty. ...brooding black, painted nails... ...stormy gray, rare violet... Who am I?