Last night.
Inside the darkest room with only the sound of clanking metal, a woman figure was kneeling on the cold stone beneath her. Her arms were spreading on both side of her body as if she would fly the next second.
However, it was impossible to happen with thick steel tied on her wrist that channeled to the stone wall nearby.
Because of the thick darkness that covered the room, one couldn't see how severed her injuries was. But from the way it looked, she was having difficulty to breathe, it wouldn't be an exaggeration if people who heard her assumed that she was battered and bruised.
Her hair fell, forming a curtain in front of her face as she lowered her head in defeat. She was naked like the day she was born.
But, nothing could be seen from her except her outline body.
A little while later a gust of wind blew passed her face, fluttered her hair and a sultry voice echoed, reverberating along the wall.
"Jenedieth, right?"
