"We meet again, little wolf." These were the first words Neveah heard after unending hours in the darkness, interrupting the silence that had rested over the dungeon since she had regained consciousness.
'Here they come.' Neveah thought to herself, she had known if she just waited, someone would eventually come and make whatever demand it was they had of her.
Now, Neveah did not know of anything she could be of use for to whoever Davina had left her to, but at the least getting to understand why she was here was the first step in clearing her confusion.
It was only that this voice... Neveah was certain she had heard it before.
Neveah slowly lifted her head to find the silhouette of a black clothed man in the shadows of the dungeon, her gaze move upwards, settling on his face and the moment she set eyes on that black face mask, she recognised who it was.
