That never happened.
I was trapped in this hellhole, until the line between dream and reality blurred beyond recognition.
It was hard to think straight anymore. Hunger gnawed at my insides, and the stench of this cell crawled into my mind like rot.
Maybe that's why everything started feeling… off. My thoughts tangled, looping over themselves, until even I couldn't tell what made sense anymore.
BANG!
The door to my prison was blown off its hinges, slamming against the wall.
"General!"
A woman stepped in, dressed in dark shinobi garb built for stealth. Tight sleeves, silent boots, and a hood that shadowed her face. A black mask hid her mouth and nose, leaving only her night colored eyes visible.
Ten others followed, moving like ghosts behind her.
I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't obey.
"General, please drink this first,"
