Cassia;
The figure is perched above him, eerily silent and still for being something human shaped - vaguely feminine - the only thing that would be out of place, is their eyes are fogged over like they were a corpse. Otherwise their face is covered, wrapped in dark cloth and leather across their body.
Cassia had tied him after she found his unconscious body, as she wasn’t sure of what do with him otherwise - so she fell back into her old ways. Interrogate. “Who are you?” Her voice was raspy, dry - but not in a sickened or elderly way - unfortunately, being what she was meant her resurrection wasn’t perfect.
“How did you get here?”
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