“Help me, Benjamin,” a desperate voice came from the opposite cell as Rye and Benjamin walked out of the cold and rusty prison cell.

Rye looked toward that cell. A dark brunette with utterly black eyes was staring right at her with her mouth turned down. “You promised that you would. Please free me from this nightmare.”

“She’s possessed,” Rye mumbled. “Who’s she? And why did you promise you’d help her?”

“I didn’t promise you, but…” Benjamin looked at Jezz Bell, and she began to smile now, hopin