Sansa stared out of the cell she was thrown in and couldn't believe she was here. It was dark, the iron bars and stone walls and floor were cold, and she was all alone in the dungeon waiting for "The Boss" to come in and inspect her to see if she was suitable to keep or if they would sell her to the highest bidder.

Sansa was a happy teenage dancer before earlier that day when she was captured by a group of men who sell young ladies as slaves and maids to whomever bid the highest with no concern as to what happened to them. In her panic to find a way out of her temporary prison, a long forgotten memory came to her as she thought of her grandfather. He had taught her how to summon a demonic being from hell when she was still just a child, but warned her never to do it unless the need was absolute, for demons do not do grant wishes unless they get something you cherish beyond all else in return.

Despite the warning, Sansa believed that a summoning was her only solution out of this and slowly began making preparations. She took a piece of chalk she had with her for if this was necessary and drew a pentagram. She stood outside it and did a slow, precise dance. Once finished, she chanted slowly, "Out of the Abyss I call you. Oh mighty spirit, hear my plea. Grant me one wish, and I shall set you free!" She watched with wonder as the pentagram almost instantly burst into black flames.