Raven closed her eyes. She didn't want to remember, but it was haunting her, much as she tried to suppress it. "The place...Briarwoods...it masqueraded as a place of healing for girls who were emotionally disturbed," she said. "But that was all a lie. The entryway was warm and comforting to trick the parents of those girls, but beyond it was a prison. The men who were there beat and drugged the girls to make them compliant. We saw many ghosts there, of the girls they had killed, and cildru dyathe, their word for those who still walked between life and death. One girl, Dannie, tried to run away, and they cut off her leg and let her bleed to death, then made the other girls eat her flesh. Myrol and Rebecca had their hands severed and were killed because Myrol would not do as she was told, and Rebecca tried to stop one of the men from hitting her. Rose had her throat cut because she refused to...." No, she wasn't going to say it. But she had each of those girls and their fates burned into her mind now, along with the desire to make their murderers pay.

"There were rooms with just beds, and straps to...tie the girls down," she continued. It was a good thing she hadn't eaten since last night or she might have been sick again. "One of the men -- they called them 'uncles' -- came out of a room, and...that is when I made him feel all that he had done to the girls."