Calista woke up to the loud clattering noise. Her eyes fluttered as she took a deep breath, inhaling a metallic scent of blood with a hint of rotting flesh. She coughed at the awful mixture of smell in the air. Patting her chest, she realized her hands were cuffed.
'Oh no… What's going on?' Calista asked herself and looked around.
She found other people in the crowded room, looking all dirty and thin. They were wearing tattered clothes and were barefooted. Her eyes twitched at the sight, feeling bad for everyone. With cuffs on their hands and chains tied on their feet, Calista knew they were held captive.
… And she just became one of them.
There was no way out except for the bars facing a crowded and messy hall.
"Where is this? Does anyone have any idea where we are?" she asked, hoping for someone to reply. Contrary to Calista's expectation, none of them replied. Instead, they all turned their heads away from her.
