She adjusted to the darkness and saw the ghostly face hovering in front of her and opened to scream. 
 
“Shut it!” the face snarled, lip curling as he (he? Yujin assumed that the person in front of her was male from the rough voice) reached a calloused hand over to press over and nose. “If I wanted the whole lot of the stinking bastards to hear you, don’t you think I’d of paraded you into the eating hall at lunchtime rather than hauling your sorry arse down here away from them trigger-happy gits?”
 
Her eyes widened as she strained away from him. 
 
“There’s no use struggling, sweetheart,” he continued in a suddenly bored tone, pulling his hand from her face. “You did just pass out right at our front door, you know. We have security to uphold here.”
 
“Your front door?” she whispered, the words feeling unfamiliar in after not needing to use speech for a fortnight. Every syllable felt like it scraped its way up into , scalding her tongue. 
 
“Aye, we found you lying like you’d died right there in the sand. If it wasn’t for the fact that Sehun swore he felt a pulse, we’d of left you right there for the wolves to eat,” the man answered matter-of-factly. 
 
“Where am I?” Yujin pressed urgently, hands groping around in the suffocating darkness to find purchase on something, anything. 
 
He grinned suddenly, throwing his arms wide. “You’re in the compound, lady. Welcome!”