Mia's Pov

When I finally regained consciousness, the world around me was a blur of shadows and dim light. My head throbbed, and the air felt thick, heavy with an oppressive energy that seeped into my bones. Panic set in as I realized I couldn't move. My wrists and ankles were bound, the rough material digging into my skin as I struggled against it. The more I fought, the more it seemed to tighten, constricting my movements until I was forced to stop, gasping for breath.

The room was cold, unfamiliar. The walls were made of dark stone, slick with moisture, and a single flickering torch cast eerie, dancing shadows...