The Story Behind

When she reached a series of prison cells, she glanced around, finding a familiar face. She saw a few faces who looked to have given up their life. It was harder to breathe since the scent of rotten flesh, wastes crowded her senses. When he reached almost the end of the line of the prison's cells, she finally saw him, sitting on the cold floor, eyes closed. He appeared worn and disheveled. His clothing was dirty and there were a few cuts on his skin but nothing severe. He was not healing, that much she realized. But something was off. He smelt different, like rotting. She put those thoughts aside, and directly asked him, her voice as cold as ice "What's Madame Rose's plan?" Martin opened his eyes, he spoke in a tired voice, "Did you receive a call ordering you to go back?" She remained silent. For her silence was a clear answer. "Why would you leave your mate?” he asked. “You don't need to know the reason for that, just answer the damn question” she snapped. “Are you hoping that if you