Black Ice

The pain made Aurora realize that she was still alive, although her memory vehemently disagreed. The girl lifted her head from the pillow and looked around. Noticing that the members of her squad were here and even showed some signs of life, the angel calmed down slightly and put her head back down. She remembered that she had initially intended to rush to headquarters and report what had happened, and only then rushed to help her comrades. But... How could she look any of her comrades in the eye after that? At least now everything was fine, and the squad was relatively safe – this room didn't resemble the prison of the deranged king. However, it didn't hurt to ask. Aurora turned her head towards the man by the fireplace, without lifting it from the pillow – the dizziness after the first time hadn't completely subsided.
– Where are we? – she asked in a weak voice.
And in the chat, we mostly have trash, fun, and chaos.
And yes, I didn't see Sareta's post when I was writing, so, it's something like that.