Lucia sat in the cold, dimly lit room, her body half-reclined against the wall, her eyes vacant and unblinking as she stared into the void.
The light from the single bulb overhead cast long, eerie shadows, but she didn't notice.
Her mind was far away, lost in the dark recesses of her past, reliving every night of terror she had endured when she was sixteen.
The memories of her uncle's cruel hands, the suffocating darkness of the basement where she had been locked away, were vivid, fresh, as though they had happened just yesterday.
Now, with Volkan locking her away in that basement, those memories came flooding back, haunting her, drowning her in a sea of despair from which there was no escape.
The door creaked open, but Lucia didn't react.
She remained motionless, her gaze unfocused, her breathing shallow.
Darth stepped into the room, carrying a tray of food, his expression carefully neutral.
