The moon hung high.
Dark clouds floated on the horizon.
An unknown bird flew by, chirping softly: "Tweet, tweet, tweet..."
Breaking the silence of the night.
A palm-sized small window, a sliver of faint moonlight. It passed through the window, falling onto the stone floor, where a few strands of withered straw lay, along with a mouse crawling around.
This seemed to be a dungeon, with a slightly damp corner of the floor and a somewhat moldy wooden bucket.
Over in the opposite corner, the ground was covered with straw, and a dark figure lay upon it.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a person. Her hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and she wore a black garment full of patches.
Her face was unseen, her entire body huddled in a corner of the wall, her pitiful state even less than a beggar lying under a bridge on the street.
She seemed to shift her body, and as her foot moved, the iron chain fastened to her ankle dragged a little.
