"Waaah! Mother, I'm scared! Save me!"
"Someone, please help! I'm afraid of the dark! Mom, Dad! I want to go home!"
"Sniff... Sniff... I don't want to be here. It feels so suffocating! I want to go home!"
The cries of children and young girls echoed throughout the prison.
The young women immediately tried to comfort them, even though they were terrified themselves.
None of them knew where they were or who had kidnapped them. They also had no idea what awaited them.
There was nothing they could do except try to calm the frightened children.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the prison, Novaria sat with her face buried in her knees.
The beauty, confidence, and pride she once carried were nowhere to be seen, replaced by despair and an empty look in her eyes.
She had no idea how long she'd been locked up. Two hours? Four? Maybe six?
The place was so isolated that she had completely lost track of time.
"Why... Why did everything turn out like this?"
