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Ashina walked as fast as she could down the hallway leading to the dungeon. She couldn't forget how pitiful Orwella looked while she was being taken away. She needed to know what had prompted her to be here. She half ran and half walked in the hallway hoping she could at least catch up with them.

"You should be careful when running, young lady," a young man cautioned her. She frowned slightly as he gripped her arm tightly.

"I am Gasper," he introduced himself.

Ashina muttered a word of insult at the man who had introduced himself as Gasper inwardly. She had somewhere to be and he was interrupting her. She inhaled and exhaled deeply before turning to stare at the man who had introduced himself as Gasper. Her heart missed a beat as she stared into those gray eyes of his.

"Ashina," she introduced herself with her mouth still agape.

"Ashina, Ashina, why does your name seem familiar?" Gasper asked. He shook his head while trying to recall where he had heard the name from.

"I am Gael's