Lizzy was veiled in grey, the colour of a nether slave. She had been brought here after separating from her mistress. She had first thought this was a dream, but the harsh treatment of slaves here, made her accept reality. She was far from home. She had been transported overnight to the nether halls as it is called and added as a slave the next moment.
She had been posted at the lower halls to do laundry until a few days ago when she was reposted to the highest floor. When she had first been sent here, she was not sure who this master she was to clean for was. He was always masked and wearing a black garb and never bothered to look her way. But this was a good thing. Lizzy prided herself a good maid, someone who could think on her feet. She had been learning about the nether halls since working here.
She sorted through maps when the master was gone, she kept track of his schedule; when he goes out and when he returns.