Midnight.
Dark, damp, and cold, with countless rodents and small insects rustling in the pitch-black corners of the cell.
A female Extraordinary with clear traits of an outsider, even in her tattered clothes, had wandering eyes and an evidently unstable demeanor as she looked at the Tier 3 "Blasphemous Cultist" among the Ancient God's followers who served as their backbone.
Perhaps trying to comfort herself:
"Mr. Chapatic, don't we have Tier 4 Transcendents in our main force? According to the agreed time, they should have arrived by now. Once they realize we're missing, they'll certainly try to find us, won't they?"
No matter how vile, even the worst scoundrels fear death, and the Extraordinary within the "Black Pyramid" are no exception.
