Late at night, in a secret detention place, a heavy iron door secluded a petite figure inside. She wore handcuffs on her hands and a grimy prison uniform on her body. She paced back and forth, grasping the iron door with both hands, shaking it forcefully. In the damp cell, a rotten stench pervaded the air, and occasionally, grimy rats darted out from the corners of the walls, flashing past her feet.
She had a nightmare, dreaming that her ears and face were gnawed by rats until they were a bloody mess...
"Ah!" She woke up from the nightmare, drenched in cold sweat, terrified.
"Let me out, let me out, let me out!!!" Her hoarse voice echoed far down the dark corridor.
She shouted all day, her throat became hoarse, but she was still unwilling to accept it. She couldn't understand why, as the daughter of a certain minister, and with her father wielding substantial power, she could be imprisoned like a dog this way.
