Callista.

I've got to stop passing out all the time.

Really, I am so tired of waking up in places that I had no idea of getting into. This time, I find myself bound to a dark, stone wall with manacles and chains. With the dim light that illuminates my surroundings, I can see bars in front of me. I’m groggy and my whole body aches, but as soon as the bars register in my mind, my whole body tenses. An awful sense of déjà vu washes through me.

A jail cell. Was I in a jail cell again? ...