The sounds of footsteps broke the silence of the night. Each step was filled with intimidation, striking fear into the hearts of those who stood there. Even the guards were afraid to look around to see who was approaching their way. They did not dare to turn around and even acknowledge their boss and instead, their eyes were on something.
The basement was shrouded by darkness save for a single bulb which shone right above the small group of people. The stink of blood and old cigarettes hit their nostrils, making the guards almost barf but they had to keep their cool. The boss hatted any sort of weakness and they were given a mission to look over the man in front of them. There was a sound of water dripping from somewhere. Perhaps there was a leaked pipe in the basement but the sound of water was making the silent atmosphere even more tense.
