A few hours came and went without much fanfare.

Filius, who was fast asleep by this point, woke up with cold sweats after having dreamt a horrid dream. He looked around frantically at first, but then realized that he was still in jail and that what he saw wasn't a dream.

But after having woken up, he could see that there was someone there with him. He couldn't necessarily make out who they were, as they were wearing robes that obscured their face, but he knew that this person was at least conscious enough to stir when he had begun moving.

"Who the hell is that?" He thought as he slowly crawled over, and poked the foot of the person who then stirred a little more. And, upon this realization, begun poking them some more until, eventually, they would wake.

"Uhhhuh? Who's there--" A single eye pierced the obscurity and strayed across the cell before resting upon the boy who was there at their feet.

Filius and this stranger locked eyes for a moment before Filius was met with a barefoot to the face.

Filius held his nose in pain.

"Who the hell are you and why are you touching my feet you perv?"

Filius looked at the person and glared at them with a sense of contempt.

The stranger didn't care for the glare, and simply adjusted themselves, seemingly prepared to kick Filius once more if he did not answer.

And so, Filius, having sensed there was to be another kick on the way, fixed his attitude and gestured in a fashion that was similar to surrendering.

"Hm. Alright then," the voice lowered their guard slightly. "Again, who the hell are you?"

"F...ill...ius...."

"Filius?"

He nodded.

"Hm. What did you do to get thrown in jail kid?"

Filius gestured in a way that described death.

"Murder huh?"

Filius rested his shoulders, defeated at this fact.

"Well that's nothing special, if you were an adult, but a kid is definitely an oddity. The names Sybel. Or, at least, that's what the people at my orphanage once called me."

Filius looked over the person, as they revealed themselves, and saw that it was a woman. One of red flowing hair that lengthed down to the shoulders, deep crimson eyes, and complexion that was tattered but still maintained a sense of rugged beauty. Her skin was caucasian, but harbored a paleness to it; possibly due to being locked up for so long.

Though Filius, caught off guard by the woman, rolled back a few feet to gain some distance between the two of them.

"Heh.. Never seen a beautiful lady before~?"

Filius rolled his eyes at this, having noted the sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Awh come on, it's been awhile since I had anyone in my cell before.. The last time someone was in my cell I brutally murdered them; not before exploiting their corpse of course."

Filius paused for a moment, processing what she just said. "So a murderer, and a necrophiliac.. Great.."

"So tell me Filius, what's with the whole red eyes, and white hair thing?"

Filius gestures towards his throat and makes a talking motion with his hand.

"Can't speak common too well huh? I guess in order to get something out of you, I'll have to teach you some things.. How does that sound?"

Filius nodded fervently.

"Well let's get to it then, eh??"