(MC POV)
The patriarch was visibly nervous as he led us towards the cell.
When we got closer to the cell, I realised that the floor that I initially thought was sand was not sand at all but ash.
The ash even reached as high as my ankle, making me wonder just how many things or people were burned inside this glass cell.
Laying on her back in the centre of the cell was a woman wearing tattered clothes that barely preserved her decency, the only indication of her not being dead was the slow rise and fall of her chest.
The patriarch went up and tapped on the glass to get her attention but she showed no reaction, clearly ignoring him.
He knocked on the glass again, this time with more force.
The woman reached up to scratch her nose but showed no other reaction to his efforts.
The patriarch let out a frustrated growl and went to open up the door to storm into the cell, "Are you deaf?!"
