"Ahhhhhh!"
Sif awoke with a scream, drenched in cold sweat, realizing she was wearing a simple garment, feeling the skin on her chest and groin, her body intact without a single wound.
"Huff... huff... I thought I was cut to pieces... Was it a nightmare..."
It was only then she noticed she was lying in a vast white hall, with no visible door, the walls and ceiling made of a soft material, as soft as a mattress.
"It's not a dream, you were indeed cut into pieces and then put back together."
Then Sif turned her head and saw a two-meter-tall, strangely dressed figure in black without a face, bringing its featureless visage close to her and speaking in a man's voice,
"But you recover quite quickly, as expected of a regenerating salamander."
"Ahhh! What! What the hell is this!"
Sif was scared out of her wits, scrambling backward using both her hands and feet, not caring about her exposed body.
"Can't recognize me with the helmet? Your magic perception is lacking."
