The dripping water echoed in her ears louder than it ever had. For a very long time, she felt nothing but the stillness and the frost of the black mist that hugged her. Right now, she was next to a rather warm body, and the feeble shaking told her that she was being carried by someone. Her eyes then fluttered open, soon recognizing the walls of the Pandemonium.
Her gaze then landed on the body of the person carrying her. His clothes were purely black, and so he could be a witch like her rather than someone from the Order. However, why would a witch of Satan carry her like this? Moreover, this perfume… no, this was a very distinct scent that she had been smelling from someone she knew… and could get close to. Her head then began to move as her voice sounded.
"Noah?"
