Shura stirs awake as she hears the voice. She props herself up on her elbow and rubs her eyes as she looks around. Okay. This was not Devil May Cry. Everything is horribly pink. Even the corset-panties-garters-stockings set she is wearing is pink, a horrible shade of pale pink she would never wear willingly and that clashes horribly with her markings' glowing parts. She looks over at the person who spoke to her and frowns.

"You're not Sarah. What the hell?" She had to find her wheelchair and oh god it was a pink wheelchair too.