The monks at the shrines had been very friendly, leading them to Summer's little room with relative ease. Hers was like a little bungalow, made out of modern materials. The young woman answered the door, looking like a mess. Her small body looked frail, paler. Judging by the glaze over her eyes, she had had a vision within the past week. Knowing that no one would be allowed this far, she was certain she could answer the door safely.
Looking at her, she was a mess. Her short hair was not brushed, her clothing wrinkled. Dressed in a plain black tank top and a pair of loose shorts, she looked like she had either been working out or sleeping. Behind her was a bed within sight lines, also messy from where she likely came up. There were dark circles beneath her eyes, and all of her piercings lacked the metal for them. Reaching out, she made sure someone was actually there. The tips of her fingers brushed against his shirt, and she hummed to confirm.
Her voice was raspy, like she was sick, as she spoke up. "What'd'ya need? And who are you?" She asked, rubbing at one of her blind eyes.