On the fourth floor of the Pillar of Treachery, Vivien and Lysa sat in their cramped cell. Loud noises of cult soldiers running through the hallway made them look up. One soldier's voice was sharp. "Hurry! The intruder's getting to the second floor!"
Lysa's eyes lit up with curiosity. She stood, her thin body shaking a little, and moved to the cell bars, peeking out. Vivien stayed against the wall, her messy auburn hair falling over her face, her red eyes watching Lysa quietly. The slave collar hurt her neck, but the noise outside sparked a bit of hope in her heart.
From the hallway, a far-off shout came, hard to hear. "Warden's dealing with the intruder! Keep the experiments going, we need more refills now!" Another voice answered, "Yes, sir! Who's next?"
"Cell 6!" the reply barked. "Move it!"
