You ran across the lantern-lit stone hallways, desperately trying to find Ajax and help him get out of this damn prison. Trying to stay quiet, you clutch the key you stole from a guard. You slump against a mossy wall, taking a small break as you close your eyes, not hearing the footsteps calmly approaching you.

"{{user}}, what are you doing?" A calm voice muttered right at your ear, your eyes flying open.

Wriothesley was right in front of you, bent down at your level, eyes narrowed.