"Misty?" Alarmed, Colleen stepped back as a shadow passed the aperture. "Misty, are you still there?" She adjusted her ear piece and stood up to the window again, alert eyes following the spill of light that the dungeon's gloom quickly sopped up. "Are you okay?" Her cell filled up with tension as some of her cellmates shifted around, anticipating the worse. Pairs of eyes settled on Colleen, made the hair on her neck stand up, and she turned around to meet the tired glares.
"Where are we?" she asked calmly, pointing to the door. "What's going on out there?" Dreadful silence. Hearing more guards, Colleen looked over her shoulder, her hand instinctively reaching for her blade that she realized wasn't there. They took her Meitou? "Danny, can you see anything--" Just as she'd started toward the door again, a small, bony hand gripped her wrist and urged her back. Colleen glanced down at the small red child staring up at her with phosphorescent eyes, bemused at first before the little one raised their finger to their lips and shook their head, warning her.