Evelyn’s POV

When my consciousness slowly returned, I was met with an all-encompassing darkness. My hands and feet were bound tightly, the ropes biting into my skin. I tried to move, but the restraints held me firm. I was in a cold, damp underground cell, barely illuminated by a flickering bulb that cast a weak light over the grimy walls. The air smelled of mildew and despair.

I squinted through the dim light, trying to make ...