C1470 You Have No Conscience

In the dimly lit room, Wen Wan had lost track of how long she'd been tied up. The ropes weren't tight, allowing her to twist her wrists freely, but she couldn't break free. Hearing footsteps, she paused her movements and listened intently.

It wasn't the same.

The rhythm of the steps was different from what she remembered that night, and the weight of the footsteps was off