The Sylph was alone, faced with a locked cage and no key.
With the prize she so often kills for nowhere in sight, she had to turn to alternate solutions. And despite having all of the correct tools for the job, all the raw strength required to break this hollow block of twisted iron down to the microscopic level... none of it worked.
Her time was almost up. There was only one thing left that she could think to try — the problem being that she didn't have it with her. She had left it outside, in the mad dash to finish what she started.
This time, she was left with no other option. She needed help.
So, she screamed. She pleaded for something she had never wanted in the first place.