Yep, this is a title. Mhm

It is useless to fight against the chains.

A figure stepped out from one of the corners of my cell. The shadow that concealed it looked too small for anyone to use as cover, it must have been hiding there for a long time, or it had just come in.

"Who are you?"

If I told you, you would not know who I am.

"Answer the question!"

You are in no possition to tell me what to do.

The figure stepped closer, then crouched down to where I was sitting, so that we were face to face. The figure seemed to be a woman in her late 20s, but in her face, there was a saddness that stained her face, making her look twice as old. Her blonde hair seemed to glow very dimmly, making it look almost white. When I saw her eyes, I had to take a second to breath again. There was no iris or pupil, just the whites of her eyes, but she did not act like she couldn't see, she just kept staring at me.

"How did you get in here? There's no way you were hiding in that corner the whole time I've been here."

That won't matter once I tell you why I am here.

Even though I could hear her voice, her mouth did not move. She just stood there and watched me, waiting for a response.

"Then why are you here?"

Her lips curved in the slightest, probably the closest she's ever come to actually smiling.

Why, to get you out of this wretched place.

"How-"

Do you really belive that you can make it out of here? That there is any hope for you even if you do escape?

I looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact.

I am not from here, in fact, you would consider me to be dead.

My heart stopped, and for a second, she seemed to fade. When I looked back at her, she seemed to be just as real as ever, as if she had never died in the first place.

I will make a deal with you, I will switch you placces, so that you may be given a chance to be something, and I will be given another chance as well.

"I don't understand..."

Without me, you will rot here, and once you get to the other side, you will be nothing! I am giving you a chance to make something of yourself, so that you will never be just another soul who wishes you would have done better in your life.

"Either way I die?"

She shook her head.

"When can I get out of here?"

The figure smiled, but not like the one before. This time, she actually smiled.

Right now.