With the urgency of time pressing down upon us, I frantically searched through the cells of the basement, my hope dwindling with each empty room I encountered. But just as despair threatened to overtake me, I stumbled upon a locked cell tucked away in a shadowy corner.
With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, I sprang into action, my fingers deftly finding their way to the electric switchboard. With a flick of a switch, darkness descended upon the basement, the emergency lights casting a dim glow over the scene.
Taking advantage of the confusion, I made my way swiftly to the locked cell, my heart pounding with anticipation as I approached the door. And there, in the dim light, stood Mother Miranda—a figure shrouded in mystery yet possessing a quiet strength that seemed to emanate from within.