Anna's POV
The moment the dungeon door flings open, I draw in a shaky breath, but I don’t bother looking up to see who it is. I’m too tired, too famished, too depressed to care.
They’ve locked me up in here with no food or water. It’s like they want me to starve to death. I cried until there were no more tears left. Five whole days—five—without a single drop of water or bite of food.
I’m sick of this. Sick of everything. Why won’t the Moon Goddess just grant me my heart’s desire and end this suffering? This isn’t living. It’s torture. My life is pathetic. I just want to die and be forgotten. Maybe then, people would stop hurting me. Maybe then, the world would stop treating me like I’m some kind of curse.
What do you call a life where everyone’s allowed to bully and look down on you,
