After what seems like a long time, Seraphine finds herself waking up to a nightmare that is in the form of an underground pub.
The place looks like the inside of a cave that is filled with men who are talking with one other – all either uncouth or refined. A bar counter is stationed in the corner, illuminated by a row of candelabras that are hanging on the wall. There are long wooden tables everywhere and mugs laying all around.
Drunken cries of men and whoops of laughter fill the room – even in the dead of night.
Although the world above ground is silent in the night, the underground is filled with lively chatter of all kinds of men who have one thing in common. They're all outlaws.
'Again… I find myself in this kind of situation again…' Seraphine quietly agonized over as she finally regained her full consciousness.
'I'm all powerless again.'
