The chill in the underground cellar was constricting. Nirvana paced around the small oval shaped room with a hurried look on her face.
She held her breath, avoiding the chemical smell in the air as she thought. The cellar was the best place to hide herself from Freya. The chemical hidden here also helped her hide her trail.
And yet they knew.
Nirvana smelt Faust flying across the roof of this very building. She sensed Zen and the others later. They were looking for her.
And even though she was the only one that knew about this cellar, she still worried. If she went forward with her plan everyone would know it was her.
In the middle of the room, tied to a chair, Amelia frantically followed Nirvana's pacing, screaming curses through the cloth stuff in her mouth. Nirvana eyed the girl once and she shrunk back. The glow of those crimson eyes promised carnage.
