Whatever light had been in the crack of the door was an illusion. It was completely dark on the other side.
I stepped into the room and let out a sigh of relief. This wasn't as bad as I thought.
Drip, drip, drip…
The strong scent of copper and rust filled my nose. I frowned. Blood.
There wasn't light, but I could see clearly. There were pools of blood on the floor. Some were fresh, but some were old and dried.
The same crimson red was covering the walls, too.
Then I noticed there was someone else here—she was bound to a platform in the center of the room.
Her hair was messy and unkempt, clothes torn and shredded. She was tied to a post, arms behind her back, a gag in her mouth. Her skin was smeared with blood and dirt, eyes red and puffy. But the rest of her was pale and thin.
