(This is from a perspective of an oc I'm yet to draw on here) The amber leaves fell to the ground, adding to the endless piles. Dew sicking onto the grass. It was mid autumn, but it felt more like summer still. I sighed and carried on walking, I'd been trapped here long enough to know it like the back of my hand. Knew where people went and didn't. Knew I'd never be able to leave. Shame really, I had a decent life and all. No clue how I'd been able to **** it all. No clue how I'd been able to go from a normal person to... Whatever I was now. I should just start getting used it.