In the dimness of a desolate room, a solitary light bulb flickers overhead, casting eerie shadows on the cold, concrete floor. Amidst the echoing rattles of chains, the main character hangs, battered and broken, his very breath a struggle against the agony enveloping him. Memories of warmth and laughter fade into the darkness, replaced by the cruel reality of torment and pain. With each lash and blow from his captors, his resolve strengthens, fueled by a growing desire for vengeance against those who have wronged him. As the darkness threatens to consume him, he clings to a fragile hope, determined to emerge from his suffering stronger than before.

And suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul