Aria sat in the corner of the room; her knees pulled up to her chest. She had been sitting like this for hours. She didn't know exactly how many, but it was more than she could count on her fingers and toes. The room was dark, so dark she couldn't even see her own hands in front of her face. She knew that if she stood up and tried to walk around, she would be unable to find anything or anyone.
She shifted uncomfortably on the cold stone floor; it was hard and uncomfortable and made her feel dirty. But at least it was better than the wooden bench that had been placed in the middle of the room for her. Aria shivered at the thought of having to sit on that thing again; it was covered with a rough cloth that scratched at her neck when she tried to rest against it.
Aria sighed and leaned against the wall behind her, closing her eyes tightly as if that would make everything disappear. It didn't work though; all she saw behind her eyelids were images of fire and blood and death— what she had seen after killing the enemy—and those visions were even worse than reality because they felt so real.
The sound of heavy footsteps outside startled Aria out of her reverie; they were coming toward this room where she sat imprisoned by people who didn't even know who she really was. Her heart began pounding as panic welled up inside of her; they were coming for her again!
She scrambled off the floor, trying not to make any noise as she moved toward the door, but a loud creak stopped short any further progress toward escape. She froze in place, waiting for someone to come into the room—but no one did.
She heard heavy footsteps walk away from where this door must be located; whoever had been coming had changed their mind about whatever they had planned for today—or maybe they hadn't come here at all? Maybe it had just been a trick of some kind?
Aria sank back down onto the ground in relief before forcing herself back up again; just because someone hadn't come through this door yet didn't mean they never would. Maybe whoever it was just wanted to scare her? Or maybe there were two different people who wanted different things from Aria? Either way, staying here wasn't an option anymore—she needed to move while there was still time!
It took a lot longer than Aria thought possible for her eyes to adjust enough so that she could see where everything around here actually was; then once that happened, there wasn't much else left for them to do except hurt from being open so long without blinking or moving them around much at all, which meant more time spent trying not to close them!
Eventually, though, Aria managed to get over this last hurdle and take stock of where everything was around here, and what a horrible place it turned out to be! Even though it seemed like forever ago now since someone had brought food or water into this room (or taken away what little waste there might have been), everything looked just as bad as it always did when those people came in here, if not worse!
There were dried stains everywhere on this cold stone floor which smelled like urine or vomit—maybe both? And while most of those stains might have already been here before anyone else ever came into this room, there were certainly new ones added since then!
Aria shook herself back into reality before deciding what next step should be taken: nothing could be done about any of those terrible stains right now anyway, but finding some way out might help take care of some other problems later on down the line. That meant finding one way out first though: How could one possibly ever escape from something like this?!