Zinnia

Despite it all, she wore a casual grin as she approached Zinnia. “I was starting to think everyone had forgotten about me. Any chance you got the keys for these chains here?”

Unlike most other cells, the walls and floors of this dimly-lit room were all padded. When Nina’s bare feet carried her into view, she was wearing white pants and a matching straightjacket binding her arms, secured by magic-sealing chains. Her blonde hair was a disheveled mess.-