Within the cold enclosure that was a simple square room made of cracked cobblestone, would be a stone chair. It was equally as cold as the room, however the unconscious Leone would be unaware of this face, being strapped to it by many iron link chains. She would wince a bit as she began to come to her senses, as the loud steps of someone's shoes echo throughout the complex, opening her eyes in confusion. "W-Wha…" she would look down to see she no longer had any bullet injuries, as she begins to breath heavily as she looks around, memories of what transpired before this rushing through her head. "I died…I died to the wounds I had sustained…" she looks around, wriggling in the chains as she notices that she can barely move in them, "So where am I now…this sure doesn't look like heaven, but I wasn't expecting hell either." She would sniff the air, smelling of ash and smoke as a voice would call from the hallway behind her, as she could only move her head so far to see that she is surrounded by these cobblestone walls on her front, left, and right.
"Oh don't be so crass…you're in neither or, in fact, this isn't even an afterlife" the voice called out, sounding pompous and conniving as she could hear a door creaking behind her, but no way to see who it is. "I can tell even from here that you are rather confused about the situation, however even death's greedy claws cannot keep talent away from me," the voice definitely male as she could feel a heavy presence behind her, grapping at the top of the stone chair above her head. Leone then would begin to think heavily about these words, had someone managed to save her from death before she bled out in the street? None of this made since to her, that piled on the man's snickering beginning to frustrate her as she begins to writhe in her bonds. Eventually she would be able to get a glimpse, it was a man wearing a very occult outfit, being a long darkened violet robing's with tattered rips along the bottom, exposing a pair of steel plated boots with spikes along the toes, as she began to scan up the figure, the robing's had golden lettering foreign to anything she had ever seen, as the man wore a hood over his head, a rather nasty looking skull like mask greeting her gaze as two yellow glowing dots were behind the empty eye sockets.
She would narrow her eyes at the figure, already assuming that this person had some rather nasty origins, "What are you going on about, if this isn't the afterlife, or the Capital, where am I" she would tug on her chains as she attempted to move, "and what's with the chains?!" She however would be completely silent as she sees what the figure presents to her, making her shiver slight as he eyes widen, "Lionelle…" she would see him hold her imperial arms with his clawed gauntlet, holding it in an almost teasing was as he then puts it back, "How do you have it…the Minister destroyed it!"
The robed man simply chuckled again, "Let's just say, things work a bit differently in this realm than your former, it was not too taxing to recreate this primitive device". She would grit her teeth at his words as she tried to deliver a punch, but only merely repeating the same futile task, "And that answers your former question, though I don't mean to bring insult, I bet it was very special in your last dominion".
He would then throw it on her lap as she narrows her eyes more, hoping that his answers would give her some form of clarity, "What exactly is going on! Stop toying with me and tell me everything you know, how close am I to the capital!?" Her aggression only made the man lean against the wall as he crossed his arms, staring at her with his yellow orbs as their intensity grows, making her lean back a bit and calm down, knowing she is in a bad situation of some kind.
"You see Leone, the reality you once called home, the lands you once helped fight for, the capital…they do not exist in our plane of existence." He would bring up his hand as he curls it into a fist, "My associates have watched over many realms, other realities, scouring for talents that we are in need of, Night Raid was a perfect choice indeed…most of you died young enough for you to be of any use to our grand cause." Her eyes went wide as the gravity of the situation kicked in, however the mention of the rest of Night Raid made her about to yell out before he answered her, "Out of the seven possible candidates we had brought into Sorvia, only you spawned close enough to our base of operations to be retrieved and detained". She began to clench her teeth as she stared at her teigu for a moment, remembering what she had said before her death about seeing them again, though she never thought it would be like this. "It is a good thing that you of all them who could have taken your place is here, your tracking abilities will come into play quite nicely."
She was then about to say something as she then gasps from feeling a syringe filled with an orange liquid was shoved into her neck, as her vision began to fade as the man began to wander off, "When you awaken again, you'll get your answers, as well as your mission." She then began to slip into unconsciousness as she was able to get out one good slur before it went into full effect.