“Please,”
shouts another young woman, “You have to help us.”
Raven
ignores her, going from door to door to find the same thing in each
cell: women in chains, none of them Fiona. The women that are there
though, are increasingly vocal in their pleas.
As
Raven approaches the last door, a hand shoots out and grabs his wrist
in a solid grip. “Please,” the young woman implores, “You have
to help us. He'll kill us all for sure.”
Raven
looks at her blankly. “Who will kill you?” he asks, “And why?”
“The
Prince,” the woman replies, “Because we are the Imposters.”
