Raziel Celeste was lying on the cold stone floor.
He counted time by the sound of moisture dripping from the ceiling.
'Seventy-two hours', he thought. 'Three days in this hell'.
His body was wrecked, he was hungry, thirsty, and the black iron shackles had skinned his wrists.
But his mission was to infiltrate.
He closed his eyes. The darkness of the cell didn't matter.
[ACTIVE SKILL: SHADOW ECHO (RANK E)]
[COST: 0.5% SANITY/MINUTE]
The physical world disappeared.
In his mind, the St. Sophia Sanatorium was drawn like a blueprint made of vibrations.
Sharp stabs drilled his temples, but he held on since he had the full map.
On the upper level was the facade, with sunlight, manicured gardens, nurses with fake smiles, that was the place where they took the nobles to "cure their fatigue".
In the level 1 basement was the farm. Raziel could feel the vibrations of dozens of people and their presences were weak, slowly fading out, there they drained their Gifts little by little.
