Riley's POV 

I feel weak.

Not just physically weak but mentally weak too, like everything is happening too fast and my brain cannot keep up anymore. Three days. Three days before they decide whether to use me as bait or drain me slowly in front of thousands of monsters.

I sit on the cold floor of my cell, my back resting against the damp wall, my knees pulled to my chest. I try to breathe slowly but my chest keeps tightening.

Suddenly something slides roughly across the floor and hits my foot.

I flinch hard and look down quickly.

It is a plate.

A real plate with actual food on...