Tied to a chair in the centre of the room was a young girl, her braided hair hanging over her face. Her arms crossed over her head the girl was sobbing.

"Please, no more. I beg of you. No more."

"I am here to help you, don't worry any more. Are you Ellasbeth?"

The girl raised her head, Alessia gasped, the girls face was covered in cuts, bruises and blood both fresh and dried. Who could have done such a thing to anyone? The girl could not have been much more than 15 or 16 years old.

"Y-yes, I'm Ellasbeth. How do you know my name Miss?"

Alessia was loath to explain but felt she owed it to the girl
"Your brother, he asked me to find you and help you."

"Arthur? Where is he? Is he ok?" The girls voice broke off as she saw the look on Alessia's face.

"Oh no, not Arthur. Please not him."

The girl let her tears fall freely down her face and Alessia felt tears trickling down her own cheeks. The young man - Arthur had died in apalling circumstance, she would aid his sister with her last breath.