C75 Casey biological father
CASEY'S POV
I woke up to the dull ache pounding in my head, the cold, damp stone beneath me sending chills through my body.
Darkness shrouded the room, but a faint light from a crack in the ceiling allowed me to make out my surroundings—a dungeon,
its walls covered in moss and grime. My wrists felt sore, and as I tried to move them, I realised they were bound tightly with coarse rope
