Khaterine slowly blinked her eyes open, the strange, dimly lit room coming into focus. Her head throbbed, her thoughts muddled and disoriented.
She was lying in a large bed, but the surroundings were unlike anything she had ever seen before.
The walls were adorned with intricate patterns in deep black and gold, their elegant designs almost oppressive in the way they enveloped the space.
She could sense a coldness in the air, something distant and foreboding that made her heart race in an uneasy rhythm.
Her pulse quickened as she tried to sit up, her body stiff and heavy with an unknown weight. She was struggling to remember how she had gotten here.
The last thing she recalled was being imprisoned in Cresencia, Ahcehera's pocket dimension. How had she ended up in this unfamiliar, unsettling place?
With every moment that passed, her confusion deepened. She searched her surroundings, looking for some clue as to where she was.