She blended into the shadows again and walked over to the other side of the room, trying to hold herself against a table she tried her very best not to make any sound. A slight shiver ran up her spine, as she could see his ghostlight eyes following her every move she made. Was she so bad at cloaking herself with the shadows that even a captured and weakened creature could see her? She swinged her long golden-red hair over her shoulder, the soft curls could almost reach down to the curve of her back as she spoke with a trembling voice. "H-how can-can you see me?" she was moving her left foot over the toes of her right, a tick she always did when she got nervous. Her hands folded behind her back where she had hilted two of her daggers, neatly into her leather belt that seemed to hold her whole outfit together.<br/><br/>Upon hearing his demanding voice she bit her lip and answered his question. The silly authority he had over her by only challenging her by voice, while bound and strapped onto that device made her still fear him. "I'm... I'm.. I was trying to... uhm.." She fumbled nervously with the loose flaps of her blouse, that were hanging loosely out of her pants, when she suddenly heard a loud noise of someone walking down the stairs. She moved quickly and hid herself behind the wooden board the undead was strapped upon, stealthed into the shadows she breathed softly and her heart pounded like hell. There was someone coming, and she was terribly afraid...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>