-Angela-
I groaned as the pain overwhelmed my body. Dying shouldn’t feel like this, right? I slowly blinked my eyes open, and soft light flooded in. It was candlelight, casting a warm glow from beautiful chandeliers hanging overhead. Where was I?
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door creaking open, and in walked a hooded figure. Despite being covered from head to toe in a flowing cape, it was clear this was a woman, given her small frame and delicate hands that held a tray.
She approached me quietly, crouching down to place the tray on the ground. I realized I was lying on a small bed, which was little more than a mattress on the floor. The hooded figure handed me a small cup. I carefully accepted it but didn’t drink.
“Where am I?” I asked, my voice sounding strangely hoarse, though I
