Midnight's eyes shot open. She sat up slowly, taking in a small crowd of strangers standing before her. She had never been here before. What had happened?
She instinctively reached for her knife at her belt, but she felt nothing but the cool day's breeze against her fingers. Her knife was gone. She glanced at the crowd of people again, standing on shaky legs. They were talking a few feet away, soft enough that she couldn't hear the words. Midnight lifted her chin and walked towards them.
"My name is Midnight," she said, interrupting one of the strangers. "May I join you?"