As soon as Mirif took in the sight before her, the first feeling that struck her was more of a sense of impending danger than fear.

A pressing sense of dread gripped her—if she stayed here, she might end up like those other victims. And there was the anxiety that even if she escaped, the world might never know about this horrific place.

As for treating or mourning the victims—those who might once have been human—unfortunately, that would have to come later. She couldn’t even be sure she’d survive to make it out of here.

"I need to get out …