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Day 3 Three restless nights since I wound up here. The room smells faintly of strawberries, which is rather pleasant all things considered. Still, I would much rather be home, than spending my days here. At home I could stave off the boredom by doing quite literally anything. I've never been locked in a room before, but I have faith that someone will come and save me. Someone big, and strong. Someone whose arms I could just fall into for days. Oh, to meet such a heroic, gallant being. Gwendolyn rolled to her side. She was having trouble sleeping, an affliction she’d been cursed with since she wound up in this situation. She hesitated