The woman studied Arya for a long moment, then exhaled sharply. "You don't get it yet, do you? These people — no — I mean these monsters have been doing this for a long time. Longer than you or I have been trapped here. They have a routine. A system. And they never deviate."
Arya's eyes flickered toward the corridor where the cannibals had disappeared. "Tell me everything you know."
The woman hesitated, she rolled her eyes and finally spoke. "Fine," she took a quick scan of the room to check if there are any of them around. "They only take fresh captives at night. Never during the day. They believe the darkness strengthens them, gives them power. Every few nights, they hold their ritual —"
Arya's jaw clenched. "The ritual. What is it?"
The woman gave her a long, unreadable look. "That's what they call them. A way to honor the flesh they consume."
Arya's stomach twisted, but she forced herself to remain calm. "You keep calling them 'they.' What are they anyway?"
