Rebecca walked down the halls of Baste prison. She looked into each cell and stopped. Of course, she was just pulled by the chains on her wrist by a holy knight. Long ago her memory was...well taken, now she is no longer Rebecca the wolf's sin of Sworro but a tool- no weapon to the holy knight. At the moment she was being taken to Ban, her old friend. She was to put him in a deep sleep so then he could be executed without healing. Deep in the girl's mind, she knew the name somewhere but didn't dare to speak.