-Olivia’s Point of view-
I stood at the door in utter disbelief after receiving the woman’s information, struggling to comprehend it. I couldn’t accept that this was real because it seemed entirely surreal. As I glanced around, I realized I had never lived in such a luxurious and well-designed place, with a comfortable bed, mirrors, and beautifully painted walls.
Nothing about this felt right. Having my own room seemed too good to be true, and I couldn’t believe they were treating me so well. I couldn’t allow myself to fall for it.
The room was just too comfortable, spacious, and stunning. Regardless of my longing for safety, the most crucial thing was to stay alive, even if it meant spending my whole life living in a dungeon.
I shook my head vigorously and turned away, bolting out of
