[Ishu]

November 22nd, Knoxville.

Her body lay on the bed, totally unmarked despite how hard her captor had worked at getting her here. Her body was... cold, but she wasn't dead. It was very likely that she had a lot of drugs in her system and it was keeping her from waking up or being able to function properly. She still had a heartbeat, though it was slow and quiet. Despite all of the jostling about the night before, she didn't show any signs of waking up. Not soon, anyway.

Even the sounds of him removing bullets from his body and any groans of pain, she didn't stir. Her features kept still though, despite the prison-like aura that radiated from her body, she looked to be at peace.