LUXURIA.
I can't tell how long I've been here. Days have blended into a haze of cold, damp darkness. My body trembles from the chill seeping through the stone walls, but it's the severe hunger that's worse.
They only bring food in long, excruciating intervals—once every day, if that. My stomach growls in protest, but the fear that clutches at me is louder.
I've been here for three days. Three endless, torturous days. At least, that's what I think. Time feels warped in this dungeon—this cursed place that stinks of decay and rot. The smell makes me gag every time I breathe, but what really drives me mad is the rats.
They're everywhere.
Monstrous, oversized rats scurrying across the filthy floor. Their large bodies brush against my legs as they dart by, their sharp claws scraping the st
