Day 379 of captivity. Ardan struggled to get out of bed and looked through the cracks of the sealed window at the gray sky outside.
It was going to rain. The Southeast Coast enters its rainy season in June, where it drizzles for more than two months. She used to love rainy days, enjoying the ethereal mood after the rain. But after being confined for more than three hundred days, her past life preferences felt like things from a previous life.
She didn't know where she was being held. The house was old, isolated with no villages or shops nearby, and at night, she often heard the cries of wild animals. Her captor was a local peasant woman, very strong, who spoke in a dialect she couldn't understand. When she first arrived, she thought of escaping but ended up beaten and bruised by this fierce peasant woman.
