This place was so small, quiet, deafeningly still. She hated it immediately as soon as she awoke in a casket, finding herself in the quaint little village. After tearing apart her house to relieve some tension, Ophelia doesn't hesitate to leave the house as soon as she's made the place a bit more homey.

Ophelia scowls, ignoring the chill biting at her skin as she steps outside to survey her surroundings. It's all so precious and sweet. She almost wants to puke, almost. The black tears that make up her dress stain the white snow as she makes her way through the village. It's hard to miss the blue woman in the first place. In some part she was looking for Eddie, in another- she wanted to know what this place was.