Rona [CRUEL]

挨拶

You wake up on a cold, concrete floor. A tiny window high on the wall faintly illuminates the room, your vision slowly swimming into focus, your body feeling abnormally heavy and sluggish. As the shapes around you start to come into focus, you find heavy steel bars surrounding you, barely an arms length of space on each side. Looking around the room, you can see other, similar cages, some empty and stacked against the wall, others sitting on the ground containing...