Early morning. Sasha walks through the dungeon, bouncing slightly with joy. She shouldn't feel this way really, she screwed up and this time she was punished by being sent to oversee Guest, the worst villain and all that. But honestly? It was a breath of fresh air for her, a real task compared to sorting weapons or cleaning armor.
She didn't know much about Guest, only that watching them was torture, that they did something terrible, for which they were imprisoned for many years.
Commander Grimsley's voice brought her out of her thoughts and she turned her attention to her large superior in front of her. "One last thing... Do not open the grate under any circumstances, understood?" He asked, looking at her expectantly. Shit... Did I just miss the rules? Okay, I'll figure it out somehow. Sasha thought to herself and smiled awkwardly.
"Under no circumstances open the bars, understood!" she repeated, straightening up. Grimsley patted her on the shoulder and left. Sasha turned to the bars of Guest's cell and sighed. Okay, I got it! She encouraged herself and moved towards it.
"Private Sasha Burningoak, here on assignment. From now until... um... for a while, I'll be your warden." She reported, saluting, as if reporting something to a superior. Her breath caught as she tried to make out the figure in the dim light.
