The room was drenched in darkness, so thick and oppressive that it felt like even the walls were cloaked in midnight black. The air was biting, cold enough to seep into her bones. Aarohi tried to shift, but the sharp, stinging pain in her body stopped her, forcing a low groan to escape her lips. Her legs and hands were tightly bound to a chair, the coarse rope digging into her delicate skin. A blindfold covered her eyes, plunging her further into an abyss of fear and confusion. Her breaths came out ragged and uneven, as a shiver ran down her spine.

Where was she? And why was this happening to her?