“Of course she does,” Marianne answered calmly, that air of wisdom still present in her voice. “It would seem that your captor has quite the fascination with Rosaline here. For one reason or another, he’s kept on an eye on you always. Would you like to enlighten the group about your past encounters?”

The young girl looked up at Rose curiously, no malice or benevolence shown in her gaze. Little Ann on the other hand was growing rapidly hysterical, panting and trembling all at once. She held onto Faira’s leg with a death grip, casting scared glances both at Alexandra and now Marianne.

She opened her mouth to say something, only for her voice to be cut off from the sound of something loud creaking. The noise echoed everywhere, though Scarlet tried to pinpoint the exact origin.

When she did, her body tensed up.

“Whatever that was…it came above us.”