<strong>Adèle, somewhere underground, healed by Bryce</strong><br/><br/>Adèles grimaced whenever the disinfectant touched her scratches, but she remained silent. It seemed that all these minor cuts had been caused by the shattered glass. As Bryce was taking care of her, Adèle progressively calmed down. Her breathing slowed down and her trembling progressively stopped. She was also able to reorder her thoughts.<br/><br/><br/>She was also more and more conscious of her nakedness in front of this stranger. After some time, she wrapped her left arm across her chest, hiding her areolae and nipples, while her right hand covered her crotch.<br/><br/><br/>"C'était horrible... I got trapped behind a door... knocked on the head... I woke up strapped to a... table... a torture rack... and there was this... violeur... this serial killer! A giant, with a long beard... He did not physically harmed me... But he tortured me psychologically... That was inhuman! I resisted for a full hour... and then he drugged me... I woke up in that... that..." she began to tremble again and her face was grimacing horribly. "Oooooh! You know, I believe this is all real... The ghosts, I mean. They DO exist!!!!"<br/><br/><br/>She sobbed and took several deep breaths to calm herself. "I'm sorry, I must look like a fool. I'm not like that usually, you know? But I can't bear rats! Oooooow! C'était si horrible, j'ai cru mourir de terreur! Thanks so much to help me. I know you didn't have to. I appreciate it."<br/><br/><br/>Upon Bryce's request, she turned around, glad to hide her front side from the eyes of her healer. "He took my clothes, my knives and my back-pack away. I have nothing left. Would you not have something to cover myself? And do you know where we are and where the others are?" she asked him, looking over her shoulder while she felt him healing the scratches on her back.