Sylvia's POV:

"Are you awake now?" A man's deep and magnetic voice rang out in my ears. It was Rufus.

I quickly looked away and sat up stiffly. Then I suddenly remembered something, so I looked at him in a panic. "We just left. I didn't bring anything with me."

"It's there." Rufus' calm voice sounded so comforting in my ears. "I took everything that could be taken in your room."

I followed his gaze. Sure enough, there was a small package at my feet.

I quickly opened it and rummaged inside. I soon found an old cloth bag, still stained with blood that couldn't be washed away.