You woke up with a gasp, shooting up into a sitting position. You had the heart clutched to your chest, and the mark still on the back of your hand. You smiled at the fact that it all wasn't a dream, and that it was real.
The runes were in the pocket of your servant girl dress, and you could feel the weight of them. It was a comforting weight, and it gave you courage as you stood up to survey your surroundings.
You were on the top of a roof in the flooded district of Dunwall. You gave a sigh of relief, for you were still in the city. The sound of a muffled conversation drifted out of a window below the roof.
"Did you check on the girl?"
"Not yet, but I doubt she's awake. The stuff from the darts that I put on that cloth was pretty strong."
"Yeah, but what if the Outsider wills her awake?"
The last bit was clearly a joke, and managed to make the other person laugh, but now she was a bit nervous. They knew the Outsider?
She wished for answers, as she slowly slipped through the window, managing not to get caught.
The manner in which you did that surprised even you, for you didn't know you could go through windows that easily in a dress of all things.
She slipped the heart into another pocket in her dress, and crept down the corridor, the voices growing louder. She heard heavy footsteps, and hid, horrified about what'd they'd to you if they found you.
You let out a shaky breath, wishing that Corvo or the Outsider was there to help or protect you.
And then there was a loud crash from a window.
