{Author note: Anything in *** is an internal thought or communication between hosts and their yamis.}
***It's dark. Has it always been this dark? I've been here so long...how long has it been?***
There was a flash of light, and then there were sounds. So many sounds.
***This isn't Egypt...where the hell am I? ***
The fair skinned woman looked around. Nothing was familiar anymore. And yet, she knew exactly where to go. Her sea green eyes glanced up and down the narrow streets, taking in everything and everyone around her. She had to observe her surroundings before continuing forward; he had taught her that. Trust no one, question everything, take only what you need; he had taught her that also.
But where was he?
