Dayie slowly opened her eyes, feeling an odd sense of discomfort around her ankles and her wrist. First she sees a blur. And as that blur gradually ceased, Dayie perceives a puddle of water near her, and the dirty cobblestone floors.
The puddle she had seen was from the dripping water on top. Maybe there was a broken leak or something. She doesn't know.
Dayie, who was dazed, scanned the entire vicinity. And as she observes the place, a memory from the past flashed unto her mind.
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Dayie doesn't know how it happened, but as she awoken from that seemingly pleasant dream, she was taken back to a place that was completely unfamiliar for her. She stared at herself—her body. She was covered in soot, and she smelled horribly bad. Her clothes were now a simple tattered rug.
But most importantly…
Her legs were shackled.
