When the cell door moved, terror shot through Raphael and paralysed him at first. It wasn't that long since he had last been drained of grace, he knew he was low and he knew that Lazar was going to be angry. Fortunately for his survival skills, his fear forced his body to move and he scrambled out of the cell.

Why was he in trouble? What did he do now? He tilted his head to the side and looked up at Lazar with wide, terrified eyes.

Leaving his corner was never easy, he'd rather hide there all day but hiding was always worse than just facing the music.