Haunting steps echoed in the dark hallway. A lone girl in the cell felt like a powerful spirit had found her in the midst of darkness. When she looked up, a long shadow was cast on her body. However, it was of an old man in a traditional wheelchair. His smile was light and shallow, but the visage rattled the young woman in her spot. She tried to get to her feet.
"Girl, I might have to bother you with my presence." The old man chuckled. He moved his thin and bony hand to the side, caught by his assistant in a hold. "Why don't you be a dear and silence the whole holding area? Let me test my waning abilities without interruptions."
"Yes, master." The maiden in what seemed to be a uniform nodded. She momentarily gazed at the teen before positioning her vacant hand in a seal. A melodic voice came out of her mouth as if it could dull the senses. However, the teen could only shiver at it.
