Grymm could barely remember anything before the accident. With no clue as to where she was, why she was even in the horrid, gloomy place in the first place, or who the man that stood towering over her was.

Dazed and terrified, the small lapine looked upwards her beguiling blue eyes shifting ; she studiously analyzed the scaled face of the dapper dressed crocodile before her.

“Who... are you? Where am I?!” Her voice wavering with disuse and panic. It wasn't long before the sight of a pair of cuffs and a collar hanging from the crocodile's grasp silenced her; her throat swallowing in subtle fear.

"All will be fine, my dear Cosette. You can trust me, no harm will ever befall you again.." The scaled lips of the croc pulled back into a chilling sneer as his hands moved to her own. With a click resounding in the silence of the graveyard, Grymm was bound to him... for eternity.

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