Chapter 88

Alice's anger and frustration simmered as she sat in the cold, dark cell, her night vision piercing through the darkness.

The putrid smell of mold and decay filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn. She glared around the small, dingy space, her eyes scanning the walls, floor, and ceiling with a mix of desperation and despair.

As Alice sat in the darkness of the dungeon, her eyes adjusted to the faint light that seeped through the cracks in the walls. She noticed a small rat scurrying across the floor, its beady eyes glinting in the dim light.

The rat crossed her feet, its tiny paws making barely a sound on the cold stone. Alice watched it with a mix of disgust and desperation, wondering if this was what her life had been reduced to - sharing a cell with rodents. She shuddered at the thought, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and revenge.

As she gazed around, she noticed something peculiar - a faint outline of a figure etched into the wall. The image was barely visible, bu