The hours ticked by endlessly inside the prison. The dark walls were enough to keep out any sense of daylight. It was very disorienting. Haruka had no idea how many days had passed by, or how many more were to follow. It was still unfathomable to her that anyone would want to use people in the manner Isabella had... and then to turn around and lock them away from the world on top of it. She was trying to maintain a brave facade, not for herself so much as for her other cellmates.

When she'd first arrived here, she'd been an absolute mess. She'd cried then, and nearly spiraled into one of the worst panic attacks she'd ever experienced. Thankfully, even if she didn't know them before now there had been those willing to reach out to her and bring her back to her senses. The guilt of her actions still lingered fresh in her memory, and the betrayal of the witch still dismayed her.

Sitting on the ground, she pulled her legs toward her so she could rest her head on her knees. Maybe this was where she was going to remain, in a way.. she deserved it for what she had attempted.

Startled by the faint sounds of footsteps in the corridor her body stiffened, her ears strained to catch any accompanying noises. It could have very easily been one of the guards. If it was, the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself.

The longer she listened the more she picked up. There were voices but she wasn't sure what they were discussing. Getting to her feet, she steeled her nerves and moved closer to the bars. Swallowing hard- she thought about breaking the silence. These people might be here to help. "Ah-nno...." It came out barely over a whisper. She regretted her hesitation, her fear. She wanted to help other people... and she wasn't a lockpick, she wasn't brutishly strong, and she couldn't build weapons out of the material in this cell. The least she could do, was call for help.

Taking in a breath she called out a bit more loudly,"Is anybody out there?! Can... Can you get us out of here!"