Chorale woke up with restraints pressing against her. She calmed the immediate fear rising up in her and took stock of her situation. She was pressed against a cold block of stone, her boots were missing, and her braid was undone. All she could see was a wall in front of her, lit from behind by a soft white light. She was restrained at the wrists, elbows, shoulders, ankles, knees, waist, upper torso, neck, and forehead, and she couldn't turn to see anything. A spike of fear rose up, and this time she couldn't calm it as well. Her eyes darted, trying to see something. Anything! She struggled, but couldn't move or loosen the restraints. Whoever was responsible for this, she would pay.
Concerto sauntered into her field of view. "Little sister!" he said, smiling like a cat who has just caught a mouse. The smile didn't reach his golden eyes.
"Concerto," said Chorale, a cold look on her face. "I should have known it was you."