It was the worst night, one of the nightmares. She wasn’t prepared, couldn’t know what would happen during the night and then… then she couldn’t escape anymore, trapped in a dream that was slowly breaking her more, and more, and more… She found herself in a dark place. It wasn’t necessarily a room, there were no visible walls nor windows, but there was one other person with her. She didn’t have to ask to know who it was, her instinct was to simply run forward, to him. “Levi, oh gods, oh no, no, no…” Her hurried whisper was barely audible as she stopped in front of a seemingly unconscious man. He was kneeling, hands bound behind his back, head fallen forward. He didn’t move and her hands automatically got hold of his face and gently raised his head, examining his features. He wasn’t unconscious, but wasn’t far from it, either. “What happened?” she whispered again, this time her voice was stained with starting fear, panic. How the hell did they get there and where ...