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After the violent storm that was the sound coming from your lungs and stomach. You look around the room.

If you didn't know any better, you would say you were in an alchemy lab of a wizards tower, a young girl with suture marks across her body stands aside a larger woman with spectacles and dressed in flowing robes, both covered in the pink goo from head to tow.

>the older one in glasses has long red hair, black glasses and a staff slightly taller than her, the hat covering her head is overshadowing and obscuring half her face
>the wounded sutured looking girl is shaken and taken back, she looks pieced mealed together after falling apart like a rag doll

You think what looks like Sunny D in the corner of your eye, but it appears to be a bright orange potion bottle instead within arms reach with no label.