I walked into Axel’s bedroom wardrobe and noticed that all his belongings were piled on one side, while mine were neatly organized on the other. I grabbed my pajamas and made my way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
Once in the shower, I scrubbed myself down at least three times, including my hair. I felt utterly gross and grimy, realizing it had been far too long since my last bath. But considering my situation, it wasn’t that surprising; after all, I was being held captive. I also noticed the temperature had dropped noticeably. As we drove here, I had seen a light dusting of snow covering the roadside. I made sure to slip into warmer pajamas, and when I stepped out of the bathroom, I found Axel stoking the fire.
“It wasn’t this cold where you were,” Axel commented.
“No,
