Do you want me to help you

In a tiny, very dark room where the sunlight cannot filter through the dark curtains of the window, and with a strong, musty smell.

The small room was almost empty; a few books were scattered on the floor, a few dog dishes, and a medium-sized iron cage. Otherwise, there was nothing, no bed, no dresser, what should be in a standard room.

Inside the iron cage, there was a shivering, skinny person whose gender was indistinguishable, and there was darkness in the room.

"God... if you really exist... Please save me... I don't want to be in this place anymore; I'm tired of suffering... Please, someone help me..."

From the cage came a weak voice, more like a whisper, while lonely tears slowly fell from her eyes.

The person inside the cage, knowing very well that she would not receive any help, had been constantly asking for help, but no one listened to her pleas for help all these years. She had not given up hope.