Panic attack
Freya's P.O.V. Ruth led me to a place where I could get changed. We entered a room with a musty smell. I never realised packs would keep some clothes apart to keep them scentless. The room itself looked the way it smelled. A musty smell, once white walls and ceiling. The floor was wooden but there was very little wood to be seen. The wooden texture had either faded away by people like Ruth and I right now or it had a thick layer of dust and dirt over it. All clothes were pretty much scentless or they smelled like the room, just not like a person. We searched for dark clothes, again, and found some baggy, black sweatpants and a plain black shirt which was too big but felt comfortable. Some basic grey shoes, though I think they were once white. I looked at myself not too sure about what I w
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