Let's use a lightbulb, for example

A predicament.

There was nothing on that dark floor that was considered edible to eat. Unless...

Alice had her eyes on the minotaurs but quickly shook her head.

They were already past edible, even if they didn't have toxic insides.

Alice pinched her nose as she walked past the smelling decayed bodies of the dead minotaurs.

"I thought monsters didn't decay." She said.

*They don't, with proper preservation.* The voice said. *And that's why their body parts can be auctioned out even after weeks of being dead.*

"Ugh. Just how many days has it been anyway?"

*By my calculations, four.* It answered.

"Four days? And they're already rotting like this?"

*No, not four days. Four weeks.*

Alice's jaw dropped.

"It's been that long? You mean to tell me I've been in this freaking tower for more than a month?"

*Yes.*

That didn't bother the voice in her head but it bothered her.