How long has she been there? Hours, days, weeks, years? It didn’t matter. Petty notions such as time and space don’t matter at all on a place such as that mansion, Lusso knew that, she has been here for so long that she couldn’t even remember how much and yet it was so little that it looked like it was yesterday. What bothered Lusso the most was the position in which she had been placed after she fell unconscious because of God-knows-what-and-when. Being crucified like that was hardly pleasant, especially when made with something such as silver which made so that Lusso couldn’t get herself out of the binds on her own.

Thankfully, one of her ravens managed to catch the attention of a group of passing prisoners and guide them back to the alcove that served as Lusso’s temporary prison even while the witch had passed out. When Marianne touched Lusso’s face, gently caressing the witch’s cheeks, Lusso groaned the first words that came to her mind after the long dream, “Never… more?” But what did that meant? Something of the past, or perhaps the future?

However as soon as the deathly cold hands slid down reaching for her throat, Lusso gasped and her eyes started to open. “What!? Where am… what are you doing to me?” The witch tried to struggle against her silver binds once or twice, but seeing that it was useless, she gave up and scanned the room, not taking her attention out of Marianne for one single moment, in the mean while.

“Can any of you help me? I can’t get free of these chains on my own.” Lusso asked just before falling silent, waiting for anyone’s reply.