Natasha.

I stopped walking and I slowly turned around, staring at my bed as I remembered the prisoner I met yesterday.

Bastien.

I glanced at my bed, contemplating on if I should do what was on my mind or not. I could get in trouble if anyone finds out that I've been secretly going to the dungeon and talking to a prisoner.

There was nothing else I could do right now and that man was making me feel this strange curiousity.

I walked on my bed and bent down, grabbing the bed and pulling it away from the trap door.

I sighed and I pulled open the trap door. I...