Since I was thrown into the dungeon, I've felt my whole body burning—wolfbane. The pain is excruciating, and it hurts so much.

Everywhere is dark. I've grown accustomed to the dungeon's darkness, but I still long for even a glimpse of someone coming to cheer me on, to assure me that everything will be alright. But no one comes.

Loneliness wraps around me. I yearn for even a whisper of comfort, a sign that I'm not completely forgotten. But the dungeon remains silent, and misery threatens to consume me entirely.

I know Tristan hates me. He thinks I tried to poison him. But who might have done this wicked thing...