Things are going to get more complicated around here and in Gotham. With the information that was gathered,
Kudo Shinichi was a mystery unto herself.
The natural light was piercing into the room through the windows and was supposed to be welcoming. The air was breathable and fresh. It was nothing like the air from a hospital that she had become so used to. It was nothing like the unnatural feeling she felt when she was in Gotham for a moment or two. But there was a part of it looming in the air that was calling out to it. as if the air was trying to escape or be part of this place.
She did not like it.
Although she was tucked into a bed, seemingly loving and being cared for, this place felt cold, lifeless, and alone. and dead. This place felt like a mausoleum.
The walls were covered with old wallpaper and paint from generations ago. Although it was unkempt and well taken care of, it was old-fashioned and dated. Alfred was the caretaker of this household, and she could tell that he was the sole person that worked here as well.
She knew that they would be stuck here for a while.
The bandages on her ribs and other wounds that were reopened now needed to be healed once again. She was weak and unwell once more. She would need bed rest and go back to physiotherapy once again. This was the bane of her existence.
"Oh fuck it," she thought.
She gave in and she would have to surrender until she was back to what she thought was her version of normal.
Now...….how was she going to go about this?
Was she going to have some fun messing with these kinds of people? The people of Gotham were an interesting species, different from the rest of the world. In a strange way, she knew that she could relate to most people that lived in Gotham. Living your life knowing that something strange will happen, your life and others are in danger, and constant death was something that was just around the corner. It was normal for her.