She bore an indigo cloak, fastened at her neck by a silver clasp.

She stood tall like some sort of primate, only darker, her demeanor blazing a fiery white, her eyes a sharp red, and her skin completely pale, an unapologetic tint of grey. Her figure was intimidating to say the least.

But before anyone could ask her name, she collapsed to the ground, her body racked with violent shudders, like a silent sobbing she refused to express for what it was.

When she ceased to shudder, and her breathing fell silent, what could we do but take her in?