GDC 116

Following two knights down the dark, spiral staircase, Meisel wrinkled her nose. The damp, musty smell of the underground assaulted her senses.

‘This dress cost a fortune!’

She lifted the hem of her skirt high, terrified that the dirty floor might stain it. All the jewels on her body sparkled under the dim torchlight of the dungeon—it looked more eerie than elegant.

As they walked deeper into the corridor, a thin figure appeared behind the thick iron bars.

“Nanny? Are you there?”

When Meisel stepped closer, there was a clanging sound. Out of the shadows, Marzella appeared.

“My lady?”

In just one day, her face had become pale and hollow. She reached desperately through the bars.

“My lady, please… please get me out of here.”

Meisel hesitated but eventually took Marzella’s dirty hand awkwardly. The knights stood too close for her to ignore it completely.

“It’s freezing in here. There…