*Note: This is written from memory as I know it would be impossible for her to write while she is tied to a wall. Though when she writes from memory she tries to play it as if its currently happening*
The entire encampment has been captured... My friend is dead along with the original four that were captured. I've been separated from Antaur and the others... I'm not sure what this area is. It seems like some kind of above ground torture chamber. Its pitch black and I've been tied to the wall with rope... They seem weak as I've been able to get my feet loose, though they've also bound my arms and tied a noose around my neck. The way they binded me down requires that I stand or else it'll choke me to death. I hope that the other ropes are equally weak and rotted, though I fear I do not have the strength to try and break them. All I can currently do is stand.
They've opened the door... There is a door thankfully. The light feels almost burns me, though I shouldn't move. They are carrying something, and I can see from the corner of my eye a pile of brown... something. They just threw what the were carrying onto the pile. I do believe I see an arm... I must be in a holding cell for the dead... They think I'm dead. The lights disappeared and I'm left in a darkness once again. Me and my thoughts... My thoughts of home, and what could've been...
