Devil on my shoulder

The hallway's darkness made Ophelia feel cold, but through the dimness, Nikolai's hold on her covered wrist gradually warmed her up. She could only let him pull her out of the shadows and into a room because wearing a bulky black cloak was doing absolutely nothing to help.

It was a heptagonal-shaped chamber from antiquity. In the centre of the room, a woman was chained to a chair, and there were fire torches in each corner that illuminated the space and reflected light there. Blood was oozing from her nostril openings while she remained unconscious.

Her long black hair hid her face, and Rhaziel stood in front of her, his hands in his pocket, fixedly staring at her.

"Did you strike her?" Ophelia questioned, her eyes widening as she attempted to pry her arm free from Nikolai's tight hold.

"No." Rhaziel gave a direct response before facing them while maintaining an expressionless face. "You two are here at last."