Chapter 88

Blossom POV

When I awaken, I hear what I think is a woman's voice calling out to me. My eyes flutter open, and suddenly everything seems clearer, as if a dim light has been turned on, even though it hasn't. I can make out the size of the room, the stairs, a hose with water flowing beside a drain, and a bucket. The colors around me are dull, but I can tell that the liquid dripping into the cellar is either rusty water or blood... and I pray for rusty water.

"Hey," the woman's voice calls out again, startling me. I jump to my feet, surprised by the unfamiliar presence but sensing some strange connection. "I spent my last days in a place like this. It wasn't until I fought my way out that they had no choice but to do what they brought me here to do. They would have left me to starve if I hadn't forced their hand," she adds, and I start to piece together who it might be.

"Is that you, Eliza?" I ask hesitantly.

"Maybe. I'm not entirely sure anymore. I feel like I've been wandering for so