The night wind gently blows, carrying a hint of chill, dispersing the murky air through the entrance of the public cave.
The cave is extremely dark, with only some moonlight casting in, illuminating a corner of the cave and reflecting faces of mockery, disdain, and disgust, with all kinds of harsh words filling the air.
"Did you hear she's got amnesia?"
"I think she's faking it because she can't escape and is afraid the leader will kill her when she's caught, so she pretends to have amnesia."
"I think she's pretending too."
"The leader is really merciful to have actually let her go."
"Doesn't she have several lovers? Why aren't they coming to rescue her?"
"I heard a beastman from The Raging Lion Tribe risked danger to rush into the dungeon and save her. The two of them fled all the way to the cliff bottom, only to be found and killed by Corbin Crowley. The other lovers are too scared to show their faces, fearing they'll be killed too."
