Upon awakening, Charlotte found herself in a dimly lit cabin, moonlight seeping through a ripped window screen and casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated furniture caked in dust.
The room's air felt thick with neglect, as if forgotten by time itself.
Abruptly, the calm was shattered when the wooden door collapsed with a resounding crash, filling the air with thick clouds of dust.
An elderly wizard, draped in worn blue robes and exuding an aura of eccentricity, entered while briskly stroking his beard.
Startled, Charlotte's eyes widened with fear. Instinctively, she shrank back, retreating to the far end of the creaky bed. Desperately searching for a means of defense, she noticed a water bowl within reach.
She seized it, smashed it against the bed's edge without regard for her wounds
