Darkness had always been her ally.

All through her life, she had been taught to stick to the shadows; the dark hid everything, if you knew how to use it properly.

Except, right now, Rozalia felt nothing but loneliness and animosity in the dark, dank spaces of the cell. Not much light filtered in through the rusted iron bars that acted as a window, and even less by way of torchlight, cutting through the gloom of the hall outside her cell. However, she was not tempted to go near the cell door - there'd be nothing there other than the sneering face of that bastard Dreth, threatening her with unspeakable acts and whispering poisonous lies. She never believed him, but in a place as isolated as the Imperial Prison, it was hard to ignore his words.

Especially when the son of a bitch started spouting shit at the earliest hours of dawn. Out of everything taken away from her in this prison, she could have unlimited sleeping - yet that skeever across from her never let her sleep in.

[i]Arsehole.[/i] She thought to herself, staring at the other side of the room in silence. The longer she watched the darkness, the more shapes and movement seemed to come out of it. Creepy? Yes. But death was better than rotting in this place for the rest of her life.

Which she undoubtedly would, thanks to that assassin that just [i]had[/i] to target the same place as her that night.

A sudden noise of movement made Roze jump, shocking her from her silent reverie. The guards were making their rounds already? It seemed a bit early in the afternoon to start that... unless there was another prisoner being interred.