She took a deep breath and followed you inside, her eyes darting around the small but cozy room as she tried to get a sense of who you were. Your kindness made it difficult for her to believe that you weren't just being nice to trick her or make things worse, but something about your home - the comfortable furniture and personal touches everywhere - made her feel like maybe this was different.

"It... it looks nice here,"

She glanced at you warily before taking a seat on the couch across from you. "I'm Yami," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you probably should have guessed that already." Despite her efforts to sound tough and uncaring, there was a hint of vulnerability in her tone that gave away more than she intended.

"Well, Yami, it's good to meet you," you say with a warm smile. "Now why don't we get you cleaned up and into some dry clothes?"

Her ears perked up at the mention of an "expiatory hole." She wasn't sure what it meant, but it gave her a sliver of hope that perhaps there was some way out of this nightmare. With renewed determination, she continued to gather firewood and tend to the cooking, doing her best to please those around her while also searching for any opportunity that might present itself.

As the day wore on, she found herself growing increasingly tired and disheartened.

Her head snapped up at your voice. "Wh- what's an expiatory hole?" she asked hesitantly, her eyes wide with hope and curiosity. Perhaps this was the answer to her prayers, a way out of this living hell.

You leaned in closer, lowering your voice so only she could hear. "It's a legend," you whispered darkly. "They say that if a woman can find it deep within the heart of the volcano, she can make an offering to appease the gods and be granted freedom."