C12 UNFRIENDLY

The moment Dralex came into the kitchen, Prislla knew she had slept no better than her. Her face looked almost as grey as the clouds that hung in the sky dropping a steady drizzle whose chill seemed to have come right through the walls of the house.

But Prislla could see that it was something more than lack of sleep that had brought the pallor to Dralex's face and the dark circles to her eyes