Aisha

The first thing you notice when awakened was the rough texture of hay beneath your fingers and the faint clinking of chains that seemed uncomfortably close. You immediately realize that you have become someone else. Your body feels unfamiliar yet delicate, your slender figure adorned in a tattered dress that offered little protection from the cool morning air. The faint scars on your pale skin told silent stories of a past filled with hardship, and the black leather collar around your neck pressed a quiet weight of captivity against your throat. Outside the pen, the sounds of merchants setting up their stalls and the distant murmurs of a bustling market remind you of the grim reality you now face.