The group of investigators walked through the dark, dank cell room, passing cell by cell of the musky corridor. Wesley lead them, checking each holder for any survivors. Until Gunn called from down the hall.

”Wes! I found one!”

Causing Wesley to rush over with the group in tow. Angel and Gunn cringed, Wesley went pale, and Cordelia held Fred as she turned away from the cell.

There was a small huddled form, with a bracket around her ankle. She was pale, assuming from not seeing the sun, and malnourished/starved…

“Hello… we’re here to help…” Wesley whispered, stepping into the cell.