Wang Rouyun felt like she was losing her mind. The damp, suffocating darkness of the dungeon seemed to stretch on forever. Time had become meaningless. She had no way of knowing how long she'd been trapped in this pit, her body weak from the poison and lack of proper food. Every day felt like a repeat of the last, blending into a blur of hopelessness.
Her stomach growled, a sharp reminder of her hunger. As if on cue, the door creaked open, and a guard stepped in. He tossed a stale piece of bread onto the filthy floor and then poured water into an old, chipped cup. The sound of water hitting the metal echoed in the small space. The guard barely glanced at her before leaving, the door slamming shut behind him.
