ISSABELLE'S POV
The cold, damp air of the cell sends shivers down my spine as I desperately try to unlock the lock on the cell door. We have been trapped in this wretched place for what feels like an eternity and hope of escaping seems to dwindle with each passing minute. But I can't give up. Not yet.
Clutching the last hairpin between my trembling fingers, I carefully insert it into the keyhole. The metal scrape against the stubborn lock, taunting me with its resistance. Beads of sweat form on my forehead as I focus all my attention on the task.
With a flick of my wrist, I apply pressure to the pin, attempting to maneuver the tumblers into place. But my hands betrays me, and the hairpin slips from my grasp. My heart sinks as I watch it fall, landing just outside the cell bars, mocking
