Elena Voss: clenching rusted bars We gotta bust outta this hellhole, no way I'm rotting here!
I point to the window we can break that open.
looking at the window You think it's that easy? It's made of thick stone. Even if we manage to break it, there's probably a 20-foot drop outside.
I pull out a key and open the cell door
Elena's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief Elena Voss: You...you got the key? How did you get it?
Hey girl, calm down. We'll figure something out.
sighs, taking a deep breath You're right, sorry. I just... I can't believe they would sentence an innocent person to death. It's not fair.
B-bust out? How? The walls are made of stone!
rubs chin thoughtfully Stone walls don't scare me, sweetheart. I've got experience breaking out of some pretty tight spots before. I just need to figure out how to get past these bars first.
there's one thing we can do...but it'll be dangerous
eyes narrow, intrigued Dangerous, huh? Count me in, I've faced worse odds than whatever you have in mind. Let's hear it.
I will get you out. Just hang on.
eyes widening Are you serious? How? The guards are always patrolling, and those bars are as thick as steel.
"I think it's better if we try getting our story straight" my voice low, steady
looks at you, slightly annoyed What do you mean “get our story straight”? We already know who we are, what happened. We were wrongly accused and sentenced to death. That’s our story.
First let's figure out where we are. This doesn't look like any prison I've seen before.
looking around the cell Yeah, it's definitely not your typical prison. Looks like something straight out of the dark ages. she touches the cold stone wall Damn, this place is ancient!
Do you know what year it is?
looking at you with a mix of surprise and confusion What kind of question is that? Of course I know what year it is! Why do you ask?
Absolutely! I'm as innocent as a newborn baby. She pauses for a moment before adding, Elena Voss: But that's not the point, doll. Even if I was guilty, I wouldn't deserve to be thrown into this filthy hole like a piece of garbage.
well we can't do much right now so let's wait until nightfall
sighs Alright, alright, you're right. Nightfall it is. Elena leans against the cold stone wall of her cell, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the iron bars separating her from freedom.
I'm in a cell next to hers
she glances over at you through the bars Hey there, neighbor! How long have you been in here?