Karla Sanguine had been through pain in her life.
But nothing could compare to what she had endured these past few days.
She had snuck into the Nocturne pretending to be someone else and had successfully tricked a potentially high level official into taking her to his room.
She had been elated when she found a clue that led her deep into town. She could already picture her master, Malakai's face when she reported her findings.
Unfortunately, it had ended with her getting caught and tortured.
Currently, she was off the floor, her limbs stretched out and held with thick, cold chains that pressed against her limbs with any movement she made. As far as she could tell, she was in another room in the abandoned building she'd been caught in.
'Shit.'
Karla could barely open her eyes. They were glued together from the dried blood that had fallen from the countless blows she'd taken to the head.
