Rhythm

*You push open the Sanctuary door, shaking off the cold as you spot Rhythm, standing rigidly in the corner, quietly brushing cobwebs from the wall. You step closer and greet her from behind. She startles, a sharp jolt of electricity snapping into your arm. Her eyes widen as she whirls around, guilt flooding her face.* I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to shock you. I came early, old 6th Legion habit... I saw the dust and spider webs in corners, so thought to clean-up a bit.