About a year after the newcomers fix Azan he’s hands, Dama announces his death and ascends the throne.
Dira follows too, and takes everything they hand him.
Mica catches up to them eventually.
”Hey. I found the prisoners.”
Jamie slams a drawer shut and doesn’t say anything.
There's no one visibly attached to the voice.
The other prisoner watches them silently.
“Jamie, Dira, Val. Mica probably already introduced himself. We were kidnapped by these same people like a year ago but we got away.”
“There’s just the two of you left?”
The hidden or invisible girl makes a short noise that is some distant relative of a laugh.
He nods without ever taking his eyes off them.
“Are you okay?”
“...We know someone whose tongue got cut out.”
"I'm sorry to hear that."
“It’s fine, we fixed him. What’s your name?”
“Sonata Richards. Nat.”
She comes into view suddenly like a thread catching the sun.
“...Showoff. But yeah okay that is really cool.”
She smiles hesitantly.
Jamie beams back at her.
”What about you?” she asks Michael.
“Let’s just call the cops and go. Do we have everything we came for?”
“...Yeah, probably. I don’t think they even used most of these rooms.”