Her outstretched fingers finally touched some solid obstacle.

It was a wall, as if it had been made of stones, smooth, slimy, and cold. So she walked along the wall, cautious and vigilant with every step.

But she walked like this, and she was not sure of the size of the dungeon, because it was probably going around in circles, and maybe she was back to the same place before she knew it, and the wall was the same everywhere.

She tore a strand of cloth from the edge of her robe and laid it flat on the floor, at right angles to the wall. In this way, when groping around the dungeon, if you go around in a circle, it is impossible not to step on this cloth.

But she did not take into account the size of the dungeon and did not adequately estimate her weakness. The ground was wet and slippery, and she staggered forward for a moment before stumbling and falling.

She was so tired that she lay on the ground, not wanting to get up. Soon, drowsiness hit uncontrollably.

When she woke up, she stretched out an arm and found that there was a steamed bun and a jar of water beside her.

She was so exhausted that she didn't think about what was going on, and ate and drank greedily. Soon after, she began her journey to the dungeon again. After some hard support, I walked to the place where the cloth strips were placed.

Before you fall. She had counted thirty-six steps, and when she got up again, she walked another forty-eight steps to the strip of cloth. So, that's a total of ninety-nine steps.

But as she groped her way, she ran into many corners, so I couldn't deduce the shape of the cellar. That's right, she thinks it's a cellar.

The expedition had little purpose and certainly no hope, but was motivated by a hazy curiosity and an innate desire to survive.

She decided not to follow the wall again, but to cross through the center of the dungeon.

She was extremely careful with every step she took at first, because the ground, although it seemed firm, was very slippery. Later, she mustered up enough courage and no longer hesitated, and her steps were much firmer.

She had to get as straight as possible to the opposite side. After about eleven or twelve steps, the torn edge of her robe was entwined between her legs, and she stepped on it, fell hard, and gnawed at the mud.

She was so stunned that she didn't immediately realize a more or less startling circumstance, but it was only a few seconds before I could get up from the ground before I noticed it.

It was like this: her chin was pressed against the prison floor, her lips and the upper part of her face were not next to each other, although they were clearly lower than her chin, and her forehead seemed to be soaked in a sticky mist, and the smell of mold was pouring into her nostrils.

She stretched her arms forward, shuddering. She found herself falling on the edge of the top of a round pit, and it was impossible to determine the size of the round pit at the time. She fumbled around the pit wall near the edge of the pit and managed to pick out a small piece of debris.

She threw it into the abyss. For a moment, the sound of it hitting the crater wall as it fell, and later, the dull echo of its fall into the water. At the same time, there was a sound overhead, as if someone was opening and closing the door in a hurry. A faint ray of light cut through the darkness and vanished quickly.

If she takes one more step before falling, she is no longer in the world. Just now I was spared a death. Her nerves were so fragile that the strings were about to break, so much so that she trembled at the sound of her own voice. No matter how you look at it, the way they arranged to die was the most cruel torture.

Her limbs trembled, and she returned to the wall in the dark, determined to die rather than go on any more adventures. In her mind, the dungeon was full of traps. In other circumstances, perhaps a surge of courage will be born and jump into the abyss to end the pain.

The scariest thing about this place is that you don't just have to die all at once.

She was so distracted that she was awake for hours, but eventually fell asleep again. When she woke up again, she found that just like last time, there was another steamed bun and a bowl of water by her side.

Her lips were so thirsty that she drank the water in one gulp. Probably drugged in the water, as soon as she entered her stomach, she felt an irresistible sleepiness hit her.

She fell into a deep sleep, as if dead. She certainly didn't know how long she had been asleep. When I opened my eyes again, I could see what was going on around me. With a glimmer of dim light that she couldn't say where it came from, she finally saw the size and shape of the cell.