A few hours after Maya had awoken, four armed guards escorted them from the holding area to another remote location. The initial plan seemed to have been to sedate her for transport, but Raiden's words seemed to hold some weight, and they had agreed to let her walk. It was unnerving how quiet everywhere was. Like the holding cell, aside from those who walked beside her—with their weapons pointed towards her with fingers on the triggers—she didn't see a single soul.
She hadn't understood why she had been moved, but it had been impossible not to notice the sheer quantity of pine trees that surrounded the modest dwelling. At first she marvelled at the wild herb garden which grew below the wooden porch and thought the dill wreath above the doors had been a beautifully decorative touch.
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