"Are you alright?" Ham asked.
Kira nodded but stopped when the muscles under her jaw began to throb. Must have hit her head on something. Plus, those guards had been anything but easy as they had dragged them to this place, which looked nothing like a place of comfort.
It was a small room but large enough to accommodate the three of them. The only source of light was sipping in from the bar that was hanging on the wall above. Not even a single window was in place. The single door that stood opposite to Kira was so small that it could barely allow one person through them without threats to curse bruise on the person's skin. Stones of different sharps and sizes etched like an emblem on the walls. Rough and dirty. It was no doubt; this place was designed for the worst in society. And the small single door proved the fact that it had been made for the Miens. Most Miens can hardly survive without air and light.
