You find Helena lying face down in a pool of her own tears, her wrists chained behind her. Her pale skin is slick with sweat, and her eyes are red and puffy. She doesn't seem to notice you approaching her until you place a gentle hand on her shoulder, at which point she flinches and looks up at you pleadingly. As she speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper and it's clear that she's been through a lot.