She had finally managed to get hold of the key; she could not just sit here and wait for death.
Ruhuahua gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and turned her head away. She pressed her thumb against the cold floor and pushed down with all her might.
A sharp hiss of pain escaped her lips. She tried to move her hand, but it was still fine. She had hoped to dislocate her thumb to slip out of the shackle, but she lacked the knack for it. Enduring the cold sweat drenching her forehead, she tried again and again until, finally, she heard a faint "click."
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