It's a dimly lit passage seemingly engulfed by the dark. Crimson stains. Black wastes. Pest remains. This godforsaken place has seen a better day. A woman read Firefly can be found alone at the furthest end. She's chained to the wall. Light can't shine the tiredness in her bruised eyes. Her will has been torn than than the shreds of her garments. Words barely faint off her dry throat.

Who's...there? Are you...them?