Having arrived in front of the nurse's office, Euclid decided to answer Leon's question. "The name is obviously an alias," he replied, slowly becoming accustomed to the pain that was now dull in his ribs. Stretching out a bit more, he found himself able to stand straight. "I have an actual name, but I don't care to use it. Now, before I start to ramble on about things you won't even begin to care for, I'd like to bandage myself up."

[i]Shut up,[/i] he thought to himself. [i]You're being rude.[/i]

[i]Better than trusting someone and being betrayed... again.[/i]

Shuffling past the two, he pushed his way into the nurse's office, finding it to be dimly lit inside. He propped himself up on a cushioned table and rested for a bit. As he did, he gazed over to the others as they surely made their way inside, wondering of who they actually were.

"If you don't mind me asking," he started, glancing over to Rose. "You seem to know about this place a lot more than I do."

[i]Obviously, idiot.[/i] He shut his eyes, realizing his misuse of words. "Where am I, exactly?"

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The chains rattled slowly, the echoes bouncing off the cavern walls. At the source hung a figure, chained and suspended in midair. Its breath was heavy and the wisps it formed danced in the cool air. Every so often, a low and soft growl could be heard, followed by frantic movements as it tried to wrench itself from its restraints. Slowly but surely, the chains were giving way, cracks in the cavern walls getting wider. Soon, the ensnarement would be broken.

Soon, Bellua would be free.