ORLANDA lay in the dimly lit room that had become her prison, the cold stone walls pressing in on her. The room felt suffocating, a constant reminder of her situation. She had finished the breakfast that she found beside her hours ago, and her stomach had churned a thousand times, reminding her it hadn't had anything else since the morning. Lunch and dinner, she hadn't had. As she sat there in the dark, memories begin flashing back to the world she had left behind. Her family, her friends. Did they ever cared to ask about her? Or even attempt to find her? How Oswald had even had her trapped in...