(I'm going after this, so I'll start my characters off in Neverland or something)
Blend had finished selling her cooked products to a passersby in the forest, a boy whom looked as lost as she was. It had been a while since she had last seen sunlight, artificial, more precisely. She wanted to go back to reality, not be cooped up in a game of death. She wanted to throw rocks at a real bird's nest and annoy the living heck out of a bee by poking the husk of its real home, but unless she became superior over the others and reached the highest floor of the game, she would not advance to her own realm.
Azun was busy eating a nicely made morsel a woman he had passed by in the forest had given him. He had no need to get anymore food, though what she had freely sold to him smelled and tasted delicious. Sure, it's dangerous to stroll aground in an cautious area like this, where anything or anyone could jump out and dice you at any second, but Azun didn't care the slightest.
