In a dark dungeon, torches burned on the brick walls as the faint sound of someone coughing and chains clanking reverberated through the cell rooms. Rows and rows of prison cells are lined up in that dungeon. At the end of that dungeon, at the center cell, a man hanging on the wall with his arms and feet bound in chains was spitting blood while staring at his assaulters in front of him. Two jail guards wrapped in black cloth were looking at him with disdain, their hands covered with blood that wasn't theirs.
"If you've just given what the city lord was asking for then you wouldn't have to be on this situation. But the heck, you still don't know what's good for you and you kept your mouth shut. Tch!" one of the jail guards spat on him and laughed.
