When I woke up, I found myself in a dimly lit dungeon with my hands and legs tied with chains that were attached to the wall. I remembered the external force that I felt in the knights from those two wolves, and again, a shiver went down my spine. "This time, the situation is really messed up," I thought to myself.
I could hear many growls coming from the nearby cells, and I tried to keep my heart calm. I am in a cell, and its door was made of metal with a little window in it. I am badly hoping that they had locked the door properly because every single soul in this whole dungeon is a threat to my life. When I chose the life of a huntress, I knew that I would make many enemies, but at that time, I never thought that if I ever left this hunting, it would leave me all alone and weak in fron
