Waking up in Mexico, knowing the man she had come to love had been killed trying to protect her had been enough for Autumn to feel somber. As she was escorted through the mansion, guards at her side, she couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps there was something that could be done about avenging him. At that same moment, she knew that she couldn’t do so while being seemingly stalked by guards following her on the premise throughout all hours of the day. The only time she had been allowed any privacy was when she retired to her room, which she would do so earlier and earlier each day, blaming the pain of her wounds, while really searching the room for a way out. She would continue to do this while keeping with her schedule of being observed by the doctor, portions of her body being able to fee
