THE WOMAN IN THE CELL
Elara's POV
I woke up on the same bed in the same damp room. I instantly remembered that I had been here before—the rough sheets, the cold air, the suffocating silence. Everything was exactly as it had been the first time. And then I heard it again, that same shrill scream from a woman.
I didn't even hesitate, I instantly leapt from the bed and bolted through the open doorway, running toward the direction of the woman's cry as it echoed down the hallway.
My bare feet slapped against the cold, damp stone. The walls around me flickered with that same dying torchlight, and the metallic scent of blood choked the air.
I followed the scream until it led me to a cell door that was slightly cracked open. My heart slammed against my chest as I stepped forward
