squint, and the air was thick with the stench of mold and decay. He tried to recall what had happened before his dea

ike a bitter taste. "They have killed me using jollof rice." The memory of the scald

g floor pressed into his paws, the chill seeping into his bones and making him shiver. He found himself in a cramp

heart skip a beat. His fingers brushed against an unfamiliar snout. He looked down at his arms,

ome in short gasps. But before Femi could succumb to it, a voice boo

d up, trying to recall where he had heard that voice be

you have to do is survive this night, and a gift awaits you

gain, the sound ech

place? What was that voice? And what do you mean survive the dungeon? Th

"Ah, even the devil has come to torment me," he

e in around him, making him

is stomach churn with a dull, aching sensation. He hadn't eaten in...he couldn't remember how long. His favorite jollof rice and fries flashed through his mind, and his mouth began to water at the memory of the spicy f

to press in on him, making him feel claustrophobic. The air was thick and damp, with a musty scent that filled his nostrils and made him wrinkle h

the cold stone floor. The sound echoed off the walls, m

e, tough and reassuring, urging him to stay strong. What would she

The question hung in the air, echoing off the stone walls, as he steppe

walking through a dream. At first, he thought they were bulbs, and his mind wondered where the e

ally luminescent. The gentle hum of the luminescent stones vibrated through t

e of thoughts and emotions. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing himse

ace? Was it hell? Was he being punished for n

words echoe

l face the consequences." He had ignored her warni

ach churned with anticipation, growling louder in protest of the emptiness that had been gnawing at him for what felt like an eternity. The sound of his own hunger was almost deafening, a constant reminder of his vulnerability. His dry mout

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m down from the initial shock. Noticing his gait, he realized he walked more lightly now, his body feeling almost weightless, as if

even a lion? He chuckled to himself, thinking it would be cool t

f the stone walls, deep and rumblin

rimentally, marveling at their deadly precision. His legs were similarly covered in fur, and his feet were now paw-like, with pads that softened his steps against the cold stone floor. He glanced down at his body, noting that it

shorter side, standing at 5'5" in his human form. Now, in this new body, he felt even smaller,

a wry smile tugging at his snout. But there was a strange comfo

r. Femi's curiosity got the better of him, and he wandered over to one of the doors, trying

cked, but he couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond the cold, metal barrier. He

nt light. Femi's eyes adjusted slowly, and he made out the shapes of broken plaques scatt

continuing his journey down the corridor. He passed by more cell doors,

ons. Finally, he took the right path, the cold stone walls seeming to loom over him as he turne

of age. As he walked, the corridor stretched out before him, disappearing into the darkness. But

t the cold floor. As he drew closer, the light grew br