**Isabella**
"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked, a bit worried.
"Yes, I am, and besides, I took permission from Razor. He doesn't mind," I assured him.
"Alright then," he opened the door and let me inside the dungeon. "Be careful and yell if you need my help, Luna," he said over my shoulders.
I had to stifle a laugh; he was being too dramatic. But I understood why, though. Kira, or Lisa as they called her, was brought up in the Mafia. She wasn't to be taken lightly.
"Hello," I greeted, glancing at her tired form on the chair. "Do you remember me?"
She looked up at me for a few seconds before lowering her gaze back to the floor. "What do you want?"
"To help you," I walked over to a table and sat down. "Are you alright?"
She squeezed her face, continuing to ignore my questions.
"I know you're scared, Lisa..."
