The soft thud of the door sliding closed crept into her thoughts and roused her from her deep slumber. As the shuffling footsteps drew closer Tlieso burrowed down into the pale pink sheets, pulling the down comforter over her head she tried to fall back to sleep. Feeling the weight of the intruders gaze upon her she mumbled grumpily and squeezed her eyes shut, wishing them away. The faint scent of cherry blossoms accompanied the insistent tugging on her blankets. Groaning loudly she allowed the blankets to be pulled away by the stern faced old woman whose laugh lines belied her true pleasant nature. SUnlight streamed through the open Shoji screens, a gentle breeze sending a shower of white and pink petals onto the wooden floor. "Shinju, I don't want to get up," she whined pleadingly, "Just five more minutes please?" Reaching for the covers Tlieso paused when she realized her arms weren't moving. The look of confusion on her pretty face turned to one of distaste as the sharp acrid smell of chemicals reached her nostrils.
Her brow furrowed as her childhood maid drew closer, "Shinju, what happened to your mouth?" Her heart began to beat frantically as the pleasant old womans features began to turn waxen and inhuman. Willing her limbs to move she looked down at her unyeilding body, tears begining to form in her eyes as the soft, silk nightgown turned into a formfitting, grey shift. A faint whirring sound could be heard as the pale being approached, it's dark eyes staring coldly at her over a mouth that looked far too big for it's face. As the comforting Shoji screens faded into antiseptic white tile, she watched numbly as the thing raised a copper syringe filled with a faintly glowing green liquid and injected it into the IV. The luminous solution slid through the tube and into her arm and she felt a warm, drowsy sensation come over her body.
Yawning behind the heavy leather mask that obscured her lower face she blinked wearily. Tlieso didn't want to sleep again but it was getting harder and harder to fight the urge. Feeling her head begin to drop towards her chest she felt a faint yet familiar tugging at the edges of her thoughts. A mixture of anguish, elation and rage washed over her as she felt Kaz's thoughts enter her mind. "I called for you pappa, I called for you and you never came..." Fighting the drugs as they began to pull her under once again, the Mistress of Darkness struggled to reach out to her son, strained to contact his father, desperate to know why the Living Legand was here and what role he played in it all.