31 Love turned into hate

In the corridors beyond, the shadows whispered secrets, secrets that swirled around Suika like a cloak of darkness. She vowed to reclaim the life that had been unjustly stolen from her. The prison trembled beneath her feet, its very foundation shaken by her determination. As Suika sat alone at the table, surrounded by an empty space that dared not be occupied, she ate her meal with a slow, deliberate grace. Each bite was measured, each movement deliberate. She could sense the weight of the eyes upon her, the cold gazes that bore into her very essence. Her senses, honed by years of survival, tingled with the awareness of their scrutiny. Occasionally, Suika would turn her head, her dark eyes locking onto the source of the unwavering stares. It was as if a silent challenge had been issued, and everyone averted their gaze in a hurry, feigning indifference. No one wanted to be caught staring at her, for they knew the consequences would be dire. In this prison, where power was meas