Adjusting her bright yellow coat a moment to try and get it sitting right, the rookie detective found a frustrated (and somewhat childish) grumble escaping her at the unfamiliar background around her - last thing she’d remembered, she decided to try and sneak a quick nap before lunch, and now she’d woken up to something that looked like it could have easily been the backdrop for one of those horror movies.
In the middle of an unfamiliar abandoned room, with no idea how she’d gotten there? Yup, check. No signs of anyone else here right now and everything being almost too quiet? Yup, that was here, too! Just great. Hey, wait - on closer inspection, she’d jumped to a hasty conclusion, as she was sometimes guilty of doing. There was someone else here in this room.
Were they sleeping or something? They were awfully still. Moving to the stranger, the detective noticed they were lying on their face. Uh-oh. Turning the person around out of worry, she cringed at seeing that although she adored helping civilians - this poor soul was apparently someone far beyond her help right now, throat torn to shreds.
Gosh, whatever had attacked this stranger had to have been pretty darn big: the tears on the body seemed almost animal-like.
Hey, wait…they were moving, now! What the heck? How were they still alive with such injuries? As she watched the person stagger to their feet like nothing happened, the wounds seemed to close up - but the unfamiliar person didn’t stick around long enough to give any sort of explanation - they edging away with fear in their eyes before running out a back door of the room.
Detective Lynne sighed, wondering what to do now as two shades of red were now on her person - the auburn red of her hair, and the almost sickening incarnadine of the blood from the stranger on her hands. There was no time to wonder about things now, though, as the front door of the room (which looked like it had already been broken into once before) rattled, an unsettling groan on the other side: whatever was on the other side of said door didn’t sound all that friendly.
There was no escape that way, so she’d have to run the same way the stranger went, because she didn’t have her gun ready right now. (Hey, she was a rookie detective, not a ‘top’ one yet, after all.)
Taking her chances, she bolted out the back door as fast as she could, slamming it behind her as she emerged into an unfamilar city, wreathed in fog. Right now, though, she was too cornered with what seemed a safe distance from that building to worry about looking at this weird city! However, the fact she wasn’t really looking where she was going soon resulted in her colliding with someone.
“Oww - jeez, today’s just been all kinds of weird so far. Sorry about that!”
Hopefully, the stranger wouldn’t get angry and keep her talking, because she still got the feeling whatever had been trying to break into the building wasn’t that far behind, now. It’d be better to actually be ready to fire her gun if that ‘unknown being’ was still tailing her, right?