My hair sprawled all over the floor in a heap of long matted black locks. These shackles kept me from moving. I was chained to the wall like a prisoner in my own sanctuary. The only thing to look forward to were rare visits, but I could only stay here and starve.

I felt my body tense up, rattling the iron chains on my wrists when I heard the sound of climbing and footsteps. I raised my head weakly, seeing a stranger entering through the window. I felt my heart drop.

“W-who are you?!”