Campfire Chaos
The night stretched on, a strange blend of stifling stillness and unseen horror. For most within the slave camp, sleep did not come easily—but it came nonetheless. A few collapsed from exhaustion, others laid upon the bare, unforgiving earth, too drained to care about the venomous ants, bloodthirsty mosquitoes, or the occasional creeping scorpion that might share their resting ground.
There were no shelters. No nets. No safety. Only fatigue.
Yet despite the grim routine, something unnatural hung in the air tonight. Whispers swirled among the slaves, their eyes drifting to the distant silhouette of Lieutenant Kadran's lavish tent, faintly glowing under torchlight.
