"Achoo!" Amelia Wytte, who had woken up from a cold dream, sneezed and held her arms tightly.

She didn't know how long she had been here. She felt tired and hungry.

What tortured her most was the infinite fear brought by those cockroaches and rats.

"Creak..." suddenly, there was a sound from the door.

Amelia Wytte looked to the direction of the voice and saw the woman coming against the light. When she approached, she saw the woman's face clearly.

It was just Elena.

She was wearing a black and white dress, with a delicate makeup on her face. Her long hair was also tied up by her, and matched...