[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9lcXkXj.png[/img][/center][@Heckno12][@Strawberry][@TheDemonHound]

As Ziola ran alongside the others, gunshots rang from the cell block, interspersed with cries of agony. Her jaw clenched. Something she knew all too well from her former career, and had been forced to accept, was you couldn't save everyone. Best to focus on what still could be done, and the people who had a chance.

The engineer's claim that he knew the labyrinth of tunnels reassured her somewhat. She still wasn't entirely sure she trusted the guy - what if he was just trying to save himself, and would ditch everyone else once he no longer needed their help? For now, though, she'd give him the benefit of the doubt. He [i]had[/i] just pulled a risky move, even if there wasn't exactly anything to lose. Staying close by him as he kicked open the hatch, she jumped inside.

The place was pitch black, the only clues to its environment being squeaks and scampering noises. As she channeled her magic to her eyes, the run-down surroundings faded in through the shadows. Dust everywhere, rats skittering past - this place clearly hadn't been used in the longest time. She searched the rusted walls for a switch, but the engineer was already on it, dim lights flickering on. Lessening the sight enhancement slightly, Ziola followed him and the others to the decrepit chunk of metal that could generously be described as a tram.

She pulled back from the sudden glare as error messages flashed across its screen. Blinking away afterimages and letting her eyesight return to normal, she watched with trepidation. [i]Well that's promising,[/i] she thought, but didn't voice her fears. The engineer had set about attempting to fix the wiring, and she wasn't going to distract or demoralise him. He was the one, however, who struck up a conversation, introducing himself as Felix.

The Sapishte woman, Yvene, replied first. As she held her hands out to both her and the other Tulak, Ziola hesitated before returning the handshake. [i]Reasons.[/i] They all had their reasons, their dirty secrets. Even in a situation like this, it was probably best not to get too close to anyone.

Next up was the white-haired, one-horned man, Typhon Leverenz. Ziola stiffened at the mention of his last name, that of a well-known noble family on Vai'Ralu. Prisoners aboard the Alcatraz were far from the only ones with dirty secrets, and Ziola knew exactly what kind of corruption society's upper echelons kept hidden from the public. That and the way he'd so readily admitted to being an assassin... Ziola doubted she had a right to judge. She was, after all, a murderer herself. Still, his revelation didn't fill her with confidence. Inching away from him, she glanced around at the others, and took a deep breath before giving her own introduction.

[color=6A9FD4]"My name's Ziola."[/color] She didn't give her last name, but if Typhon connected her to [i]that[/i] high-profile case just from her first, awkward questions would abound. [color=6A9FD4]"Again... reasons."[/color]

Before anyone could respond, a garbled voice sounded from the intercom, making her jump along with Yvene. "De-de-de-stination set: Medical....Ple-e-ease keep all ha-nds o....the tram will be departing the sta... mome-me-me-ntarily."

Ziola let out a small sigh of relief. [color=6A9FD4]"To think a message like that is actually a good sign."[/color] It said a lot about their current situation, but even if the worst happened, better to die here than at the hands of the Draughts.