'Your Highness, wake up!'
Little Pink's sharp voice blasted in Su An'an's ear.
She struggled to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was a rust-streaked black cage, and a sharp pain radiated from her neck.
Looking down, she saw a silver collar fastened tightly around her neck. Her hands and feet were shackled to the iron cage by four long chains.
She staggered and grabbed the iron bars for support, smearing the dark red, dried blood in her palm.
Lifting her gaze, she saw the floor and walls were covered in bloody scratch marks, as if they were the gruesome remnants of a desperate struggle.
A chill crept up her spine to the nape of her neck, and Su An'an couldn't help but shiver.
She desperately tried to recall what happened before she lost consciousness, but all she could remember was the overwhelming Mutated Beast Tide.
"Little Pink, where is this?"
Su An'an's throat burned, and her hoarse voice sounded like sandpaper on glass.
