Well now you know why this chapter has 20+ more pages~
HI VANNA I LOVE YOU I'M SO SORRY
(celebrate while you can, muhahaha)
Halea puts a hand on the doorframe as she looks into the dark. Smoke whirls around her and snakes through the door.
Halea: Well, well.
She looms in the doorway, the cyan light spilling around her and into the room.
Halea: Cell number seven, just as expected.
The room inside is nearly empty - solid stone walls and floor - except for an empty plate of food and a mattress. A figure lies sleeping on the mattress, covered with a threadbare sheet.
Halea: The luckiest of numbers... for the unluckiest of ladies.
The figure looks up from her sleep. Her skin and hair are bone white, but her tired eyes shine with a familiar pink. Two little strands on top of her head give her away - it's Vanna Morena.