Valentine and Elizabeth had joint in a journey for freedom in the dark alleways, at least that's what the noble lady believed.
She followed Valentine unquestioningly; trusting that he would find a way out... for centuries she had never fallen prey to the shadow creatures; this darker world was unknown to her.
'He knows the way out...' those were her thoughts, fueled by more than mere confidence, perhaps fueled by feelings or a sense of security that never existed before.
When Valentine slumped against the wall, tired and still unable to find the location of that room.
'The mental toll of just being in this place... ridiculous.' He has been in prison before, but it couldn't possibly compare to this.
"Are we making any progress?" Elizabeth asked, sitting beside him as clingy as always, in this darker room, aside from her red shiny eyes, he could barely see her.
