She could still hear the buzzing. The chair was a loud contraption, and rather unsightly, for that matter, but that quickly bolted from her mind as Dahlia Hawthorne looked around these new surroundings. Wherever she was, this wasn't the prison. And she wasn't in chains, either, for the first time since her initial arrest. That was pleasant. She took a look at her feet. Second-most noteworthy was the box sitting by her feet. She would have to examine it's contents soon. But, far more importantly, she was wearing Japanese-looking robes.
It was pretty obvious what had happened to her. She sarcastically crossed herself, as if it would keep her out of hell, and decided to deduce who's body this was.
She had been channeled.
A medium did it, too.
But who is she now?
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