Diane's POV
My eyes fluttered open, and a pungent mix of herbs and medicine instantly churned my stomach. The room was dimly lit, and there was something eerily unfamiliar about it—something that made my skin crawl.
I turned my head slowly, trying to figure out where I was, but nothing looked familiar. It didn’t resemble any hospital from my pack. No… this place felt more like a witch’s den—small, quiet, and unsettling.
The bed beneath me creaked faintly. It was made of bamboo, crudely pieced together, with only a thin layer of foam offering any comfort.
In the far corner, a small table held a lamp which was the only illuminating source in the room alongside the small window. Beneath it were pots, with gentle steam wafting from their lids
Apart from the medicinal scent that irked me,
