Alice’s POV:
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
An echo stream inside my ears, very annoying. I groaned, feeling the ache in nearly every inch of my body. There was a coolness in the air mixed with a reeky scent of sewers. Twitching my hand to rub my eyes, I realized my wrists were tied behind my back. My toes curled, feeling a smooth stony ground digging into my toenails. My clothes feel damp, sticking onto my skin.
Blurriness etched inside my eyes, and I shook my head to clear it. There are no paths around me and no sign of another person except for a single door. A shaft of light burst through a gap, and I shut my eyes.
“Кто она?”
“Она Эспозито женщина,” a familiar voice responds.
“Почему она там в ресторане?” The male said.
“Я не знаю.”
“Разбудить ее. Нам нужно знать, что она
