ISABEL POV

In the dimly lit cell, the cold stone walls seemed to mock my predicament. The iron bars cast eerie shadows across the floor as I sat on a small, uncomfortable cot, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The air was heavy with the stench of dampness, and every creak or distant sound echoed ominously.

"Wake up, you have a visitor." I heard the door to my cell suddenly open, the silence shattered, as the heavy iron door creaked open, revealing Theodrin. Her presence seemed to ooze malevolence, and a wicked grin played on her lips.

I looked up warily, still not sure who my guest was....