Just when he started trusting humans again... typical.

Though Lilia was vaguely aware of Styx's existence, he never thought he'd be a target of the organisation. He had never overblotted, Malleus did, so why would they need to imprison him?

The guards may have blindfolded the old fae, but his senses, though duller since his prime, remained heightened. It took a day to memorise the pattern of the guards, a former general would know.

Lilia wasn't planning on escaping, but best be prepared for the worst. He simply hoped ~~his kids~~ Malleus, Silver, and Sebek were unharmed and thinking rationally. If they planned to 'rescue' Lilia, it would be quite the catastrophe.

He heard footsteps echo through the halls in a familiar rhythm. It wasn't the eldest Shroud or his robotic younger brother. Not the guards' heavy boots either. He heard the hiss and slide of a mechanical door opening, the one to his cell, and someone walked in. He had a feeling he knew who.

"You've come at a rather unfortunate time, I'm a bit tangled up you see..." An attempt to mask his discomfort at being bound and blinded with playfulness.