Alvira’s P.O.V.
Elliot and Yancy left me alone in that dark and cold room for hours after our first thrilling little chat. The only contact I had for the rest of the night was when the young man Connor came back in with some soup for me. I should have known that something was up when his eyes rounded with a near apologetic stare. After that, I don’t even remember falling asleep. If I had to wager a guess, I was likely knocked out.
When I woke, I was in a different room. This one, much like my former holding room, was dingy and dirty. But I was at least laying on a mattress now, and when I frantically looked down, I noticed that I had been put in a simple shift dress. It was too large on me, and smelled deeply of the rot and decay that the rogues did, so I assumed that it came from the on
