“Caramen,” I repeated the name slowly, a fragile anchor in the dark. “Thank you, Caramen. You saved me.”“We’re both trapped here,” Caramen’s voice was softer now, stronger. “We have to work together if we want to get out.”As the hours dragged, the adrenaline-fueled terror slowly receded, replaced by a deep, gnawing hunger. My stomach twisted, a hollow, insistent ache that sharpened as the faint light of the lantern began to dim, its failing battery casting shadows that stretched and distorted the crumbling room. The cold was a living thing, seeping into my bones.“Caramen,” I whispered, leaning against the cold concrete. “Are you hungry?”A rustling from behind the rubble. “Always,” she replied. “But there’s never anything to eat.”A quick, darting shadow, the scurry of a small body, caught my eye. A rat, disappearing behind a mound of debris. My stomach lurched with revulsion and a horrible, primal anticipation.Suddenly, Caramen moved. She emerged with the speed of a pr
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