"Ugh... my head..." Helen groaned, cracking her eyes open. Her vision blurred, and the sharp, metallic stench of rust stung her nose.
She clenched her fist but winced as shards of glass bit into her palm and that wasn't all.
Her whole body seemed to be covered in cuts that were bleeding out.
"Shit," she murmured, trying to lower her hands, only to hear the heavy rattle of iron chains. A chill ran down her spine.
Scanning her surroundings, she noticed dusty metal crates and scattered weapons.
"A warehouse?" Helen concluded, trying to remember how she came here.
The last memory she had was of George and Dash entering her room and then-
"Why would they do that?" She questioned, trying to figure out their motives.
They always seemed pretty chill, following Luciel, fighting together, and having drinks, even if their relationship was only on the level of their co-workers.
