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The sound of water, lucky enough to reach the floor without freezing as it minutely dropped with almost a rhythmic beating. Each drop, however, made a bridge that seemed to want to connect the grimy ceiling to the dirty floor.
It was a good thing it was cold, though; as the smell that threatened to destroy one's lungs would probably be even worse if the slightly sticky and muddy floor was condensating.
"Fuck! Who the fuck farted again!? I'll kill you!"
"Shut up, man. Nobody cares!"
"What did you say!?"
The sound of metal, clanging as voices of anger started roaring in the dimly lit corridors made of stone. Once even a single whimper manages to escape through the iron bars that block each of the roaring people from tearing each other, it never ends-- almost like an echo; at least not until the loudest clang reverberates in the air, followed by the words;
