[h3][b][color=blue]Alina Sanford[/color][/b][/h3]
Soon, the end came. The end of the cell... and surely, their lives too. She should have stopped and let them kill her when she had the chance... now, with no hope for any of them, it was too late. And her ankle was sore beyond reason... she slumped to her knees, awaiting the rending pain and subsequent silence.

And then they fell through a magic hole. Why not, they were already dying... or... wait, they were falling... oh shit, they were falling! For the first time in a while, Alina panicked, yelling with primal fear, flailing desperately for something to grab hold of as a pinprick of light opened up into a flood beneath them- and they landed on a pile of moss.

She had not landed on her ankle directly. But hell if it wasn't still agonising to try and stand up on it. She needed a minute... or two, or... it was probably fully broken by now. Crap. The pain did eventually subside, though, and she managed to stand with most of her weight on her good foot, examining the cavern. It was... pretty. Better than the prison, and far better than that godawful cell.

And just as one of the girls asked what they'd do now, two more creatures showed up, these looking more like tiny demons than anything. Anti-cherubs? Hell, not more monsters... or? No, one was leaving, stating its intent to go and get its mistress, whilst the other just sat down and watched them, laughing every so often.

Okay, fine. Sure. She was present, she'd survived the twinned nightmares of the university-prison and the ash cell. She could handle this. What could she do first? She could, she could... ask questions? Maybe to the one who was still there, yeah.

'Where are we? And who is your friend getting?'