'Tattoo of a winged serpent that could… that could…' Her eyes began to wane, and her mind slipped in and out of unconsciousness. She leaned her head back and yawned, before she rubbed her eyes. 'What did it say? Right, appear only when they wanted to.'
Reading another one of her father's file reports, she glanced over to the mug on the table, that had a mere puddle of black liquid left.
She grabbed it by the handle and gulped it down, only to gag at the cold coffee grounds that she had to swallow. Her tongue darted out, regretting not adding any sugar or milk to the drink.
The cup landed back on the table and she had her hand on her forehead, all the while eyeing the files and papers, she opened up… It was everywhere—all over the table, some on the floor, some jammed up against the windowsill…
