Gabriel I awoke in the same dark and gloomy cell that I had fallen asleep in the night before. I could see very little sun from beyond the narrow window. I limped over to the cell door groggily, and found that it wouldn‘t open. I knew that the Count had locked it, but I was surprised that he hadn’t come down and let me out yet. I could tell that it was already mid-afternoon. I rattled on the barred door, and let out a loud “Hello?”. I heard footsteps walk down the staircase. A figure approached the cell. A woman with beautiful cocoa colored hair and a smirk on her lips. Luce. She stroked the gun strapped to her hip with two fingers. “Hey kitty. I see you’re doing fine.” She said in a falsely cheery voice. My eyes widened in horror, and I backed away from the door. “How-- How did you get in here?” I asked, feeling extremely frightened. “Through the window, of course.” She explained, holding up a circular piece of glass that had been cut from a window pane in the living room. She dropped it onto the ground, and backed away. It smashed into millions of glittering shards. A few of them bounced into the cell, and I quickly darted left to avoid them. She laughed evilly, and stepped closer to me, smashing the pieces of glass with her heels. She slipped the key into the lock with one hand, and pulled her gun out of it’s holster with the other. She pointed it at me, and turned the key simultaneously. I slid backward, toward the furthest wall from the door. I heard the lock pop open, and Luce sidled into the cell, leaving the entrance open a crack. She continued toward me, cocking the handgun she held. I swallowed hard, pushing myself even harder against the far wall. She smiled at me, and bent over. Her gun fell from her slackened grip. My body relaxed slightly when she dropped her gun. She seemed far less dangerous without it. I decided to attempt to reason with her. “Please Luce, leave me and the Count alone. We really aren’t hurting anyone.” She didn’t respond, but instead, she grabbed both of my wrists, pinning me onto the wall. Her sharp nails dug into my arms, and I let out a soft cry. She couldn’t hide her malice behind a grin anymore. She did smile, yes. She smiled a great deal as she smashed my weak body onto the rough brick wall. It was not a pure smile by any means. I let out a strangled groan as she loosened her grip and I slid down to the floor. I felt her lift my arms a bit, and I looked up to see her clamping my wrists into a pair of shackles. “You sadistic freak.” I breathed. She seemed truly surprised for a moment. “Well, I could have shot you instead. Would you have preferred that?” She asked. I rolled my eyes. “Of course not. I actually would have preferred it if you left me be, and started stalking some other poor soul.” She snickered, and knelt down so her eyes were even with mine. “You don’t realize that I already have? I’m tired of you. You barely have any criminal history, and you are extremely tiresome to follow.” I looked up at her, trying to look anything but frightened. “But, that fellow who was here yesterday. The one with the teeth. He seems interesting enough, so I was wondering if you could give me some information about him.” She concluded. I shook my head, and looked at the floor. I saw something glint just above my eye-line. “I was afraid you’d say that.” She hissed. I raised my head once again to see that she had long her silver knife in her hand.