There’s always a roar backstage as crew members rush around making sure to get everything ready for the next show. Upon entering the arena backstage hallways, Toxic Angel can feel the vibrations of panic going through the minds of the crew members rushing around as though they were chickens without heads. Laughter rushes through Toxic’s mind as she finds herself a comfortable spot upon a table within the hallway. Looking around at the busy crew members, she couldn’t help but laugh at their state of mind.
“Someone or something has them running around like a bunch of cattle.”
Leaning back while resting her back upon the wall behind her, she watched in amusement. Slightly shifting her gaze, she could see someone walking towards her…