The forest rustles softly, masking the quiet whimpers that echo out of the flat floor, through the tunnel Volkov once crawled out from.

Deep within the tunnel was a damp passage, narrow and dark, leading directly to an isolated corridor with a dull, flickering light in the center.

In the corridor was a single cell, locked with an iron chain, and inside was a lady, curled into a corner of the cold floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, her veil covering her head that remained buried ...