She woke up in a daze, drained of stamina. Her eyes felt heavy and pain-filled; her right refused to open, while her left couldn't give more than a glint.

It didn't matter, she did not know where she was, and it was darkness everywhere she looked. The feel of a thin sheet over her body and chains keeping her face down against the operating table. She felt flushed out as drool ran from the corner of her mouth.

Why couldn't she remember anything?

Where she was smelt of blood and sewage, was it her blood? Are they under a city?

What's that rumbling?

WHERE WAS SHE?!

The sound of metal opening caught her ear, turning her face towards the sounds of heels hitting steel.

" Gave me quite a scare, girl."

That...She knew that voice

"Thought I was gonna lose my greatest asset ."

She KILLED that voice!

" But luckily, I'm a sly one."

The nightmarish, spider silk voice of her Ex-handler, of Sara, resonated in her ear. "St-St-Steven!?" She called out, desperately trying to break free from the chains.

" Sheesh! We're going to have to fix that this time around. Can't have you calling for a corpse while you please our clientele."

Connie didn't see anything but felt when the sedative stabbed into her collar, taking her consciousness.

" Can't wait to work with you again, Sheva. My grand jewel."

With a gasp, Connie came back to the waken world, greeted by darkness again, but much freer than before in a comfortable bed, the sounds of the waves in her ear. Her breath hiking in fear, unaware of where she was. The door opened with sunlight coming in behind a silhouette.

"Connie?"

Her heart skipped, and before she knew it, she was grabbing his back and huddling her face to his chest, making him drop the food he brought for them. Before he could ask what was wrong, he felt her tears and trembling.