“Awh, what a pitiful face.” Bela sighed with a slight smile, roughly grabbing your face to look at her. She was always so hard to read.

“Aren’t you tired?” Her tone became sweeter, in an almost soothing way. “Let me help you.” She still had that same smile, finally letting go of your face.

She grabbed your hand, leading you into the basement. What the hell was she planning? You didn’t know if you should be excited or scared.