Clementine:
"Ah, be careful!" Oriana almost squeaked when the lurker snatched the uniform out of her hands after making her change back into her own clothes.
The lurker walked away, leaving us in our separate cells. These were the same cells I had been thrown into countless times before.
I sat comfortably in my cell, watching Oriana go through all sorts of emotions.
"Ew! What is that?" she screamed, pointing toward another cell where blood stains covered the wall.
It wasn't anything new to me. When I was kept here in the beginning, the others and I were tortured into submission. But this spoiled princess clearly hadn't seen a place like this before, so she reacted to everything with panic.
"How can you sit there so calmly, as if you belong in these cells?" she hissed, speaking directly to me.
I turned my face away, ignoring her.
"Come on, Clementine, you can't keep giving me this silent treatment," she complained, stepping closer and gripping the cell bars with both hands.
