-Olivia’s Point of view-
Ever since Alpha Alex left, an unsettling sense of fear has gripped me like a vice, its cold fingers tightening around my heart with each passing moment. He told me to be prepared to leave the dungeon, which could be another form of saying I should be prepared to die.
If I am to leave this wretched dungeon, where else could I possibly find myself in?
Definitely six feet under.
I'm doomed. I'm forever doomed in this life. Why did I even bother to come only to suffer in this manner?
Desperation drives me to slide down against the cold, unforgiving stone wall, my fragile form finding a perch upon the unforgiving ground. My face contorts into a silent cry of anguish, a release of the anguish that threatens to consume me from within.
Even though I thought about
