The Lady In Black, Part Thirty-Seven

{Asuka}

Asuka sat in her makeshift cell, the dim light casting eerie shadows across the filthy walls. She could feel the grime clinging to her skin, the stench of neglect filling her nostrils. It had been days since she'd had a proper meal, days since she'd felt the warmth of a shower.

Her mind felt numb, dulled by the monotony of her captivity. She had lost track of time, lost track of hope. She had no clue where Iris was either. Hopefully, nothing had happened to her. 

Suddenly, the heavy footsteps of approaching footsteps echoed through the empty corridor outside her cell. Asuka looked up, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

The door creaked open, and Haruka sauntered in, her expression dripping with arrogant satisfaction. Asuka's stomach churned at the sight of her captor, her mind racing with questions and fears.

"Well, well, well," Haruka sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "Look who's still alive."