Brielle's POV

It was the middle of the night. I had been dragged to a small, stuffy, and smelly room. I peeped through the little window that brought little to no ventilation. I could see the dilapidated restroom there. Why did I have to live in the room close to it?

Probably where I was put now was meant to be a restroom, but it collapsed.

I contemplated leaving here to find some better place to lay my head, even if I would have to sleep on the field. It was much more convenient than sleeping in this tight room.

And then I remembered the last word Killian said to...