_Lisa's POV_
Pain.
It was the first thing I felt.
A sharp, throbbing ache behind my eyes. My wrists burned. My ankles were stiff. My back screamed from being hunched over. I tried to move but realized I was tied to a chair. Thick ropes wrapped around my arms and legs, holding me in place. My skin was damp with sweat and the ropes had already cut into my wrists.
My head pounded with every heartbeat.
I slowly opened my eyes.
The room was dim. The walls were made of stone. They were old and cracked. Cobwebs hung in the corners. The air was cold and damp, and it smelled like mold and blood. There was only one small torch on the wall, its flame was flickering weakly. Shadows danced around me, making the room feel even more haunted.
Every breath felt heavy.
"Sierra..." I whispered.
"I'm
