“Every three days, a delivery man brings a large crate of supplies to the base. It’s big enough to fit a person.” Delilah’s voice was barely above a whisper as she leaned close to Alessia who sat on the bed.

A spark of hope flickered in her eyes at those words from Delilah. “A crate of supplies?” She asked curiously.

“Yes, supplies.” Delilah confirmed, “The crate is brought into the storage room in the basement of the mansion. We could hide you in it, and you can escape when it’s eventually taken away.”

Her heart pounded at the possibility as happiness spread across her chest. “But how will we manage...