Back in Carmela's fortress, the little children remained helplessly cramped in the confines of their cage. With a calm air that bellied his tender age, Alain remained quietly seated in his cage, his impassive gaze focused on the grotesque guards to the eerie dim-lit surrounding. His Amber-brown eyes surveyed the fear-stricken children who remained huddled in their cages, and he noticed how they flinched in fear when the secret door suddenly creaked open.
The sound of her footfalls erupted gasps of terror, whilst the children instinctively hid away. Her baleful presence only meant one thing, and as expected, a cage was opened and a girl was dragged out this time around. Her terrified screams echoed within the dungeon as she was being carried away, and inside the cage was an older blonde-haired girl about twelve, who had rushed out to hold the hand of her crying sister.
