Alone... or another trick? [TAG Marina]

Gaston woke up once again on a cold paved floor. He grunted, starting to find the situation slightly too repetitive.

His body aching from a bad position he had probably kept for too long, the Phoenix painfully sat, glancing around. He remembered this room. This was the place he had been left to rot before being transfered with that whimsical vampire. But there seemed to have no trace of the Alp he had been locked up there with in the first place... or of anyone else.

Instinctively, and without even knowing why, he walked to the wall through which he had talked to Anita, strangely hoping she was still there. When he reached it, he placed a hand on the cold stone and paused. Why was he doing that, why would he care... He should be enjoying being finally alone, as he had always been... 'That's true, just turn back and leave it, it doesn't matter!' he mentally decided, streaching his wings for the first time since he had woken up in this hell (something he could finally do now that he was alone).

...

"Is there anyone there?" he asked the silence.