ISABELLA's POV

　　My lashes flapped, and my eyes opened slowly, I had a splitting headache. I glanced around the moss-covered stone on the wall, the floor was uneven, cracked and often covered in dust. The ceiling was low and consisted of heavy wooden beams.

　　Mh eyes went to the door, thick, iron-reinforced and with rusty hinges and heavy locks.

　　It felt familiar, the windows were small, barred, and in a narrow slit in the stone. The smell was musty, damp ...