[LET ME TYPE PLEASE] [IF THERE ARE NUMBERS WHEN SOMEONE IS SAYING SOMETHING IT MEANS YOU GUYS DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS] The woman sat in a corner of a dark room, the walls were made out of stone, and the floor was too. It was all dirty and old, covered in cobwebs and scratches. Her hands were cuffed and the cuffs lead to a chain that was nailed against the wall. She could try to get out but it looked like she lost all energy and hope. A whisper appeared in her ear. “8*#89#$&1458.” She pulled forcefully after hearing that. “No! No, no, no! Let me go!” She yelled. “I need them! I need to save them! Let me go!” She kept trying to free her hands. “Let me go!”