oo1 → it is because I am myself faced with your colour of world [holo]
Mere hours before dawn, Carmilla retires; she slips beneath the stone covering of her coffin and is buoyed lightly, immersed in blood, where she falls into a deep and careless sleep. Her awakening, unfortunately, is not nearly so peaceful-
Upon finding herself standing alone in an otherwise rather empty metal room, clad only in a chemise that might have been white if it weren't for the blood soaking into the fabric, her skin, her hair - she draws a great, shuddering breath and promptly begins to scream. Her mind tracks through possibilities quickly, considering and discarding a few different alternatives before she settles on suitable means of adjusting to this setback.
(Everything else in due time. She doesn't understand what's going on, yet, and she's going to bloody well summon someone who can be bent to suit her.)