Atlanta
When she woke, she felt like Prometheus, as she was strapped to a table awaiting her torture. How could this happen? She had been so careful lately. She hadn't even been too far from the apartments when she saw the demons. Somehow she hadn't been able to get to the apartments in time though. She took a look around her, while praying to Zeus and Hermes to find a way to get her out of this situation. She prayed to Artemis wishing for some new strength she had never had before. She struggled against the chains, trying to move her leg so fest it might break them, but unfortunately she just wound up injuring herself instead.
She knew this type of situation, and she knew calling for help wouldn't work. If help came it came, otherwise, she would have to find a way out of this herself.