You always did bring bad luck…

"Where are you hiding the Dominic Grant royal treasure?!" a voice demanded harshly.

The sudden cold and the sharp interrogation overwhelmed her senses, making her ears ring.

Emma gasped, her body shivering uncontrollably as she tried to comprehend the question.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the ringing in her ears. "What treasure?!"

She looked around frantically, trying to understand her surroundings and the faces of her captors.

The room was dimly lit, and the shadows danced menacingly on the walls, adding to her disorientation and fear. Her mind raced, struggling to make sense of the accusation.

The interrogator stepped closer, their face a mask of fury. "Don't play dumb with us! We know you were involved in its disappearance. Tell us where it is, or you'll wish you had!"