Cells.
That’s what’s hidden down here.
I think I’ve had enough of the adventurous spirit for today and should turn back… until I see a figure sitting upright at the back of one of the cells. I walk forward, fortunately finding no one else imprisoned, just that person. Maybe Cassian isn’t so cruel after all and doesn’t imprison everyone.
Or maybe he just kills them and saves himself the trouble, says the voice in my head—which, at this point, I don’t know if it’s mine or his, digging relentlessly into my thoughts.
“Hello?”
My voice bounces off the walls, and the figure doesn’t even flinch to show they’ve heard me. I’m sure they did—it’s impossible they didn’t unless they have hearing problems.
“Are you okay?”
I take another hesitant step, getting closer to the cell. There’s only a sm
