It was another day.
Evening had already fallen over the village, and the sky outside had turned a deep shade of orange and purple as the sun slowly disappeared behind the distant hills.
Inside the large wooden canteen, the atmosphere was far livelier than usual.
Almost every villager was present.
Long wooden tables filled the hall, and people sat close to each other while eating their meals. The warm light from the hanging lanterns and wall torches illuminated the entire place, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls.
Plates, bowls, and cups covered the tables. The smell of cooked meat, roasted vegetables, and fresh bread filled the air.
But what made the evening different was not the food. It was the mood.
Today was most likely the last night they would spend here peacefully. Because tomorrow… everything would change.
Tomorrow was the day they would attempt to fight and escape this cursed place.
