Southern Undead Asylum, Holding Cells<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The sounds of Hollowed moans echo through the walls of the Undead Asylum. Elvalia, Leonheart, Xavier, and Ivonette sit in separate cells in a dimly lit hallway, Leon's cell faces down the hall, with a clear view of a ladder upwards, to where is anyone's guess. The bars of their cells, though rusted and old do not yield to any attempts at escape. There is no telling how long the Undead have been imprisoned here, as time becomes hard to judge when there is no way to see outside. A few Hollows litter the hall, the torchlight reflecting ghoulishly on their dried brown skin. The clothes they once wore has been torn in numerous places, presumably by themselves. One of them stares at a wall, almost no sign of life coming from it besides the occasional cough. Another simply sits against the wall next to Ivonette's cell, having done so for a very very long time. It stares at the ceiling and every so often buries its head in its hands, making noises resembling weeping. The third and final one simply limps up and down the hall, stopping at the ladder that leads out and turning around, limping all the way to Leon's cell and repeating the process. None of these Hollows have ever shown the slightest signs of aggression, they were here when the first of the four Undead to come here, Leon, arrived and they have been there since. Perhaps they were so far Hollowed they simply did not have the capacity for violence in them, or perhaps they were desperately clinging to whatever humanity they had left. Either way they added to the eerie atmosphere of the place, and reminded the still sane prisoners what they would one day become.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The sound of a trapdoor opening rings through the hall as an armor-clad man climbs down the ladder from above. On his shoulder he carries the body of a Hollowed soldier, which upon walking down a large portion of the hall he drops on the ground between Xavier and Elvalia's cells. Without so much as a word he gives a goodbye salute to the prisoners and wanders back up from whence he came, leaving the Undead prisoners alone once more. Upon closer examination the glint of metal can be seen on the corpse, the metal of keys that can unlock their cells.</span><br/><br/>Leonheart sits in his cell, the metal of his damaged armor glinting in the torchlight. Sitting across from his celldoor he simply looks out down the hall and sees the man carry a body into the holding cells. Dropping it onto the ground he watches as he salutes him farewell and goes up the ladder to freedom. Guards occasionally came to check on the Asylum, and occasionally to them seemed to be an ungodly amount of time. Otherwise he was pretty sure the prison was filled with nothing but Hollows and Undead. Leon knew that guy was not an Asylum guard, he didn't wear the uniform. While this was unusual Leon did not see any reason to further investigate and simply raised his head to look at the ceiling, announcing the body to any of his other fellow prisoners in a rather sullen tone, with a bit of snark.<br/><br/>"We got a new friend guys..."