"It isn't a rage demon," Gela agrees. She feels very little by way of anger, actually. Perhaps there are anxiety demons. Or guilt demons?

"The first time was brought on by the spell itself." She pauses nervously, her head turning so she can check over her shoulder. The door is firmly shut, as it has been this entire time. Looking back, swallowing, she continues. Her voice lowers to a little above a murmur. "It was—Marais, is the name. Ferrant Marais, I'll spell it for you, if you like... He is Mortalitasi. Or was, I don't..."

Memory issues impact the telling, but his name feels stamped on the inside of her eyelids and she cannot forget it. "I was travelling home from Nevarra city and he ambushed me on the road. It wasn't dark, but nobody else was there, nobody saw it—and there were others there too, we were all in the same cage together, but I don't know what happened to them or where they went afterwards. He turned us all and..."

She pauses, brow furrowing.

"I don't remember," she says finally. "There isn't anything there."

Only darkness, and the sense of big things moving in it.

When she says, "There was a child," her voice breaks.