Dahlia awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open to the dim light of a few lanterns flickering weakly in the room. She blinked, feeling disoriented as her mind struggled to piece together what had happened. Nothing seemed to make sense. The bed beneath her, the cold stone walls, the faint smell of incense lingering in the air – none of it fit with the confusion swirling in her mind.
She sat up slowly, her muscles aching as she attempted to push through the fog clouding her thoughts. Her head throbbed in a dull pain pulsing with each breath. What had happened? How did she end up here? Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her forehead, trying to steady herself. The last thing she remembered was… a fight. The fight with Lyonne. But everything beyond that was a blur.