The holding cell was small, barely large enough for a bed and a chair, yet its walls radiated suffocation.
Built with a dense, fortified alloy with imbued mana, it was meant to contain the most dangerous of beings. Yet inside, the prisoner looked anything but dangerous.
Anna sat slumped against the wall, her arms limp over her knees. The dim glow from the metal collar encircling her neck flickered faintly, its blue light casting shadows over her pale skin.
Her once sharp and untamed gaze had dulled into an abyss of despair and exhaustion.
She didn't know how much time had passed—days, weeks? It all blurred into an endless cycle of pain and silence.
She didn't even know why she was temporarily relieved from those wretched experiments and brought here to this cell.
The only sounds she heard were the distant murmurs of guards, the occasional mocking laugh from those who passed by her cell, and her own thoughts whispering cruel truths she couldn't escape.
