ERIN
I woke up with a jolt, my head pounding like it was its own heartbeat. The first thing that hit me was the cold – an icy chill that seeped deep into my bones. I tried to move, only to find my wrists shackled to a bed that felt like it was made of stone. Panic clawed at my throat as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing the nightmare I was trapped in.
The dungeon was a cavern of despair, walls weeping moisture like the tears I couldn't stop. Chains rattled in a distant echo, a macabre melody to the soundtrack of my fear. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of mold and something else, something sinister.
"Alex... Ivy... Erin..." Their names slipped through my lips in a whisper, a prayer for salvation that went unanswered. The realization that they couldn't hear me, that no
