Zelia's breathing hitched as she slowly sat up in bed.
Her eyes darted around the dim room.
"…Where am I?"
She blinked again.
This wasn't Savra's apartment.
This room—
The smell, the rusted bars, the cracked tiles, the dirty mattress on the floor.
It was the place.
The exact place where she'd been kept when Mirro kidnapped her.
Zelia's breath caught in her throat.
Her eyes darted across the stained walls, the cold floor, the same broken chair in the corner.
Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.
"No… we escaped. I left this place… how am I back here?"
Then—
A voice echoed from the corner of the room.
"Miss me, girl?"
Zelia froze.
Her eyes widened in horror.
Standing in the doorway… was Scavratt.
Tall, grinning, eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.
Zelia's lips trembled.
"…No… how… how can you be here…?"
Scavratt stepped forward slowly, dragging his claws along the wall.
"Your brother's not coming," he sneered.
