"...ph...!"
At first, seeing the wall disappear and the light from the outer part of the dungeon illuminated the previously closed off part of the cell, the heroine flinched and tied to struggle – which aggravated her twisted arms and legs and aggravated the wounds that barely stopped bleeding, making fresh crimson liquid sip down the black-and-blue skin...
'Burushi! Calm down! It's me – Zoemi, the actual one, not the darkness magician!"
The black-haired boy approached her as fast as he could and reached out, getting a hold of the clay-made muzzle that blocked the heroine's mouth and outrageously most of her nose too – it was obvious that it was made – or rather formed – so that the victim couldn't call for help or make any recognizable noises.
"Fuck..."
