VALORIA WILDEROSE
I spend what feels like an eternity banging on the doors and pulling and throwing lightweight furniture to break the lock, but it's like the ordinary wooden door is actually crafted from reinforced steel.
I would have called for help with my phone, except Alice swiped it off me like a thieving fox the moment she got close enough and while I was distracted.
She planned everything perfectly to a T, and I was foolish enough to fall for her trap.
Azrael was just warning me yesterday not to stand out and to blend into the background.
I'm sure not showing up at all—and Alice pointing it out—would be a far cry from what he meant.
I give up on screaming and knocking, sliding down to the floor with my back resting against the door and hugging my knees, completely resigned to my fate.
What's the worst that could happen?
