"Where am I?!" Lucilla was confused, headache, swirling. Her eyes scanned the narrow room behind the cold, dark, rancid, and empty rusty iron bars.
The faint sounds of moans, the howls of the sick, the crazy screams, and even the chants of death. There is only a tiny iron-barred vent above the ceiling. Prison. A thunderclap thundered like a shooting drill in the sky.
"What?" Lucilla realized one hand and one left leg were bound by a strong chain that was fused to the prison wall. She was trying hard to remove a heavy chain. "No, no! How did I get here?! What is this place?!"
Lucilla began to panic, scream for help, and beg for someone to remove her from the terrible place that gives rise to the eve of the melancholy of the end of life, tightly closed from the outside world to the stif
