A round of ear-piercing screams.
Crimson red blood splattered across the walls and floors.
The stretching eerie darkness.
A harrowing sight over all.
Within a certain underground cellar where law-breakers are taken to be imprisoned, there lies a most dreaded place that the evil and innocent alike would be too petrified to enter - the torture room. But then, what truly makes up the horrors that envelop this secluded area isn't really the portentous ambiance nor the agglomeration of sharp-edged blades and weaponry.
The very soul of a torture room is the person who does the torturing himself.
While the personal aide and a few imperial knights just continue to wait outside, their master is bent on making a bloodbath at this very moment. The screeching sounds of steel clashing steel and the metallic smell of blood fill the air all around them - together with the muffled noises that are slowly fading as if drifting to the abyss of the afterlife.
