A Warning.

**Isabella**

"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked, a bit worried.

"Yes, I am, and besides, I took permission from Razor. He doesn't mind," I assured him.

"Alright then," he opened the door and let me inside the dungeon. "Be careful and yell if you need my help, Luna," he said over my shoulders.

I had to stifle a laugh; he was being too dramatic. But I understood why, though. Kira, or Lisa as they called her, was brought up in the Mafia. She wasn't to be taken lightly.

"Hello," I greeted, glancing at her tired form on the chair. "Do you remember me?"

She looked up at me for a few seconds before lowering her gaze back to the floor. "What do you want?"

"To help you," I walked over to a table and sat down. "Are you alright?"

She squeezed her face, continuing to ignore my questions.

"I know you're scared, Lisa..."