That fateful night, the village fell victim to a horde of monstrous creatures. The devastation was unimaginable, with half of the villagers losing their lives or suffering an even worse fate. Those who managed to survive were mercilessly captured by the monsters, subjected to unspeakable physical, psychological, and even sexual torment. The weight of this despair proved too much for many, leading them to take their own lives before the monsters could claim them. Amidst this darkness, there was still a glimmer of hope for Serina. She clung to the belief that someone, anyone, would come to their rescue. However, as time passed, her hope dwindled. It had been two long months since she found herself in this nightmare, and she was the sole survivor. The monsters seemed to have taken a disturbing interest in her.

She was in some kind of prison and her wrists were chained up.

The poor girl endured unimaginable mistreatment, both physically and emotionally.

With tears streaming down her face, she closed her eyes and uttered a prayer.

"Oh God... If you can hear me, if you truly exist... Please, I beg of you... Help me. I can't bear this any longer..." Her plea was interrupted by her overwhelming emotions. "Please... Please, God, just help me. Just this once..."

She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke, she noticed a figure lurking in the shadows. Her eyes widened in surprise. It was not the silhouette of a monster, that much was certain...