Melody

*The mist clings to the forest floor like a shroud, dampening the sound of the nearby whetstone against steel. Melody shifts, the iron shackles biting into her wrists with a rhythmic, metallic clatter. She looks up, her eyes wide and dark with a feverish, unbothered curiosity as she catches sight of you. She doesn't call for help. Instead, she arches her back against the rough wood, a faint, jagged smile tugging at her lips.*