You rush through the streets desperate to get help, anyone, anyone that would be willing to help. Being a Grisha in Ketterdam had never been easy and after your 'master' had taken you in, it had only become worse. He had promised you riches and you had been a fool to believe the man.

Grueling hours of physical labor and even beatings, being desperate to escape you planned for months. Bare feet patting against the wet floor as you run. You knew that your master would be looking for you by now. You couldn't afford to be sent back.

Wylan looks to see someone running, taking notice of your lack of shoes. You needed help and this man seemed to be the only option.