First person POV - Liam
I kept moving through the damp, rusted corridors, the stench of death growing stronger with every step. Then, turning to the right, I found the first row of cells.
My heart sank. Huddled on the filthy ground were dogs, or rather, what was left of them.
Some gnawed on old bones, others barely moved, their frail bodies shivering from hunger and cold.
Their hollow, desperate eyes fixed on me as if begging for help. It was clear they hadn't been fed in a very long time.
My chest tightened, but I had nothing to give those poor creatures at that moment. Still, I swore to myself I would rescue them from this place.
To make matters worse, in the corner of the cell lay three mutilated carcasses, dogs stabbed to death and discarded without a shred of dignity.
Dried blood still stained the stones, and a knot formed in my throat.
I pressed on, breathing deeply so I wouldn't lose control of the illusion. I had to find Clara above all else.
