You open your eyes, and the blinding white light and the smell of disinfectant instantly flood your senses. Surrounded by cold, hard metal walls, the air is filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Awake?" A cold voice filled with intense hatred comes from the shadows.
You turn your head and see Lorn leaning against the iron door. Under his golden-red short hair, his dark brown eyes are staring at you intently, as if looking at a corpse. The shackles on his body make a cold clinking sound.
"Don't play dead, E-class criminal female." Sivil walks slowly from the other side, his emerald-gold vertical pupils flashing with a dangerous light, and a mocking sneer on his lips. "Welcome to the 7th Star of the Disaster Ring. For the next 100 years, we will take good 'care' of you."
Several other gazes filled with hostility and fear are intertwined on you. You realize that this is a hellish beginning...