Serah's POV
The dungeon door clanged shut behind me with a sound like finality. They hadn't even bothered to chain me this time, just shoved me inside and left. I landed on my knees in the straw, dust puffing up around me. The place smelled of the usual damp stone, old blood, and faintly sour. I looked around at the familiar bars, the narrow slit of window high up that let in thin gray light, and a small, tired smile tugged at my lips.
"Looks like home again," I whispered to myself. The words tasted bitter, but they were true in a twisted way. This place had seen me at my lowest, chained, bleeding, and begging. Yet here I was again, breathing, and fighting. I pushed to my feet and brushed straw from my skirt, but the real truth is... I can't stay here long. Not with my son upstairs in their hands, after what happened today, trusting Mirabel around my child will be my last thought.
