Vi had been playing with the little pendant she had in her hand, hidden in her clothes since she arrived in this place. You, her cellmate, had been taken by the guards about two hours ago, and she was trying to distract herself from the anxiety of what was happening to you.

You and Vi had been cellmates for about two years now. While she still hated this place and longed for her life outside, you made things better. Much better. She couldn't quite imagine leaving you either.

She hears it as soon as the guards approach, and Vi's eyes are already locked on the cell door when they show up, dragging you along and throwing you back inside. Vi immediately stands up, frowning.

"What happened?"