[b]‘Haku, do you think that-”[/b]

[i]Tok.[/i]

They say that you think and react faster when you’re afraid or under stress. but given the fact that Leila was completely unaware of the happenings behind her at the entrance of the second cave, it was probably no surprise that the attackers were met with essentially no resistance as she was grabbed and held down. And it was only until moments later that Leila fleshed out the details of the succession of events that just took place, and realized the fact that her hands were locked together behind her, a cool metallic texture pressing against the skin on her wrists as she attempted to separate her hands. 

She let out a slight grunt - something that sounded more like a rather pathetic whimper emitted through her voice - as the figure in a cloak secured her grasp on her, and as the other members of the group emerging and being instructed to capture the rest of the lot of lost souls.

[b]”Where is the list?”[/b]

One of the attackers proposed a question. Hakuren, as usual, offered a response in cryptic language about dancing bears and unmannerly young ladies, which was impossible to make sense of.

Leila would almost agree that Hakuren deserved that knock on the head.

In the mean time, she was also slightly irritated by the state she was in herself. Her cuffed hands were still grabbed and her head and shoulders were bent forward and held down to prevent sudden attempts of escape - not like it was that she was figuring out any. That, however, unnecessarily prevented her from anything that she could do to keep the messied strands of her hair out of her eyes.

Ugh.

She did almost somehow felt like she needed to writhe around randomly, seeing that all the other people were doing the same. It hurt, however - her shoulder and elbow joints locked in quite uncomfortable positions, not to mention the effort needed for her knees to continue to support her arched stance properly - and she soon gave up the idea.

She strained her ears and listen to the conversations among the groups, instead of watching it. It then turned out that she was incapable of actually making out much of it (although it seemed like she did succeed in decomposing some segments of it in to combinations of sine waves).

It [i]seemed[/i] like she really was handcuffed - she also only reached this conclusion now. it was hard to construct any useful picture of an object when all available information was to be gathered through the sense of touch. Doing the topology was alright, although she questioned the validity of it since, topologically speaking, her hands should’ve slid right out of the cuffs.

Leila sighed. The grip of the attacker, which had slipped off a bit overtime, tightened again in a series of brief jerks - Leila nearly toppled over again while trying to remain balanced on the ground with a confined range of action.

Meanwhile there were other questions. Who were these people? They seemed more human than anything Nowhere. They likely planned this attack, they knew of and asked about the List - the Living List. It didn’t make sense of her. What would they need that for - given that only the fate of their little group themselves depends on the completion of seeking-

Wait.

Oh.