Time holds no meaning in the dim basement.
Wen Qianxue huddled in a damp corner, her eyes hollow, leaning against the wall. Her fingers scratched at the concrete floor unconsciously; several nails had already snapped, and dark red beads of blood seeped from her fingertips.
The sun had risen and set. She had been trapped here for three days—three full days without a drop of water or a single morsel of food.
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