There was a little noise in the background. Everywhere was dark, but she could feel herself sitting on something quite soft and comfortable. Arielle's senses already told her she wasn't in her mansion anymore, and forced herself to wake up despite the weakness racing through her body. It was so bright she had to adjust her eyes first, before accessing her surroundings well. Arielle found herself in a small room, lying on a soft bed. It looked like a small cabin made of brick and wood. Alertness washed over her when she realized she wasn't alone in the room, and there was someone sitting on an old and creaking chair reading a newspaper. He had it covering his face so she couldn't make out what he looked like.Looking down at herself, she saw that her hands were covered with these glove-like iron made of silver, and her legs were covered with the same material but shaped like a sock. There was another silver iron wrapped around her neck a little too tight keeping her from breathing we