The room he was put in was musty this time around, not full of antiquities and lit candles. Unlike the last time, no one was meant to come through here. The only light in the room was from the floating advertisement billboard that hovered over the city like a watchdog and a few candles that were lit in various corners of the room. Just like before Grave Robber was hung upsidedown by his ankles, only this time his hands were cuffed. Twice in one week, wow he had hit a new low. He needed to stay the fuck away from Amber Sweet. The only reason he dealt with her was because she was a regular that always paid in one way or another… his job got him all that he needed and more, but having low moments like these almost didn't make the whole thing worth it. Wondering whether or not he could get out alive was a feeling he loved and loathed. The waiting was the worst part. This place was a house of horror. Grave Robber wasn't a squeamish man- hell, he extracted zydrate from corpses. But the screams that penetrated through the ceiling above him made his inside clench. They had been going on since the previous evening, and whoever was inflicting them was not letting up. With a sudden crack, the lights of the holding cells turned on.

"Christ." He hissed and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Goddamnit Pavi, I just changed my shirt."

"I've-a never heard someone bitch-a as much as you."

"Shut the fuck up and dump her."

With that a mass tumbled down the grimy concrete stairs, and to his surprise what they'd dropped was breathing- and female. With a painful lurch the girl did her best to sit up, her breath was shallow but every part of her body that they could see was strong. Her torso revealed up straight and unmoving while her arms shook behind her back as they supported her.

"Good morning." Pavi Largo greeted Grave Robber lazily and trudged down the stairs with his brother behind him. "Morning paper?" He asked crassly and threw a paper at Grave Robber, as expected it was adorned with Shilo's face and headlines of blood sagas. The two of them drew closer to the girl, causing her to back up against a wall.

"Amber said to waste her." Luigi grimaced and looked at her in amusement.

"No…I don't think I'm a-ready to let go of my pet just yet." Pavi leaned down and smiled as much as his mask would let him. His smile morphed into a deep frown when the girl spat on it. Luigi growled and grabbed the girl by the hair, and made sure the back of his hand left a lasting impression on her cheek.

"You're so lucky her hands are useful." Luigi snarled at both the girl and Pavi as he roughly pulled her to him to put a pair of handcuffs on her as well.

"Fuck off." She spat as she struggled against his hands and their attempts to subdue her, she used every bit of strength to kick, bite and scratch at him until he finally slapped the handcuffs on her. To Grave Robbers amusement, from behind her strands of jet black hair her lip curled upward in a silent growl as her eyes bore into the Largo brothers. Her body was slumped into a loose ball like a injured animal, but her eyes and her breathing demanded a fight.

"Get your worthless asses up here, we have a press appearance." Amber called from a top the staircase, just before Luigi was about to swing his foot into the girl's stomach.

"We'll be back." Pavi winked at the girl before their exit.

Both Grave Robber and the girl sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. The sounds of her shallow and broken breath made him feel uncomfortable, he preferred normal breathing or no breathing at all. Swinging back and fourth slightly to stretch his back, he turned his head toward the person he was now sharing the room with.

"Hello." He gave her a very small smile.

"Hi." She grunted and tried to sit up properly. Grave Robber would have taken a step backward as he cringed if he hadn't been suspended in the air. Bruises littered what part of her body that was exposed, including her face.

"So, seeing as we're going to be here for a while we may as well get acquainted. I'm-" Grave Robber shook off the shiver that went up his spine when the full impact of the fact that the girl he'd heard screaming for hours was her, and the bruises and lacerations only proved it further.

"I know who you are." She cut him off and shook more hair out of her face. Without the damage he was sure she looked lovely, to him he only saw horror in battered women. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, her nose was small and delicate and he could see her lips were full even though they were pressed into a pained thin line.

"Do you?" He grinned.

"Yeah. I don't know what you did this time but you really must have pissed Amber off." Her breath was still shallow unless she took a sporadic deep breath.

"I'm just as clueless as you are. She wanted, she paid, I facilitated and wound up here. Now, what is your name?" Grave Robber lurched up ward to try and untie the knots around his ankles.

"Why?"

"Well, I know everyone in this city for one reason or another. Yet, I don't k now you. I'm curious." He stopped what he was doing for a second and looked her in the eye as he addressed her.

"Carly." She muttered and looked away from him.

"That's lovely. Do you have a last name?" He inquired and began to try and unknot the heavy rope once again. There was a few minutes of silence, and after the first two Grave Robber looked over at her in annoyance of her lack of answer. The fact that he'd never met her and didn't even know her name bothered him and the fact that she was denying him of an answer drove him crazy.

"…Wallace." she finally uttered. Grave Robber's hands stopped moving as he turned his head over to get a better look at her face.

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