"Ah, dammit!" Nita cursed underneath her breath, her fingers shaking as she picked the lock of your cell you were stuck in. Her breath fogged up on the glass, her chest heaving as Kovit kept watch for Reyes' thugs behind her. She couldn't leave you, not after what she'd overheard Reyes' saying to buyers. How she had planned for your blood to be sold for millions, as well as other things. The madwoman planned to sell you, piece by piece. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead as she thought of the bleak fate awaiting you if they left you behind. You were just an innocent person with an unfortunate heritage. One that could lead to your demise, if you're careless.

"Nita..." Kovit warned, pulling out his switchblade at the sound of voices. "I'm working on it!" She whispered in reply, her eyes meeting yours.