Somewhere in Rivella, in the middle of the night.
Screams of pain echoed through the dark, damp, and eerie dungeon. Rats ran everywhere through the corridors made of stones and bones, frightened by those terrifying screams.
"Arrggghhh!" it could be heard coming from a room shrouded in shadow.
The unfortunate victim in pain was screaming with his legs and arms tied to a wooden cross, while his eyes were blindfolded.
A dark figure took the red-hot poker off the poor aching prisoner's leg and said in a gruesome voice:
"TaLK.
TEll ME AbOuT tHE quEEn."
"Haha... huff...
I have already told you all… huff…
that I am just a humble merchant…" the prisoner whispered, panting in pain.
"LiES." the torturer cried angrily pointing the burning poker in the face of the prisoner, and then continued revealing:
"YoU Are a DEMON.
YoU WEre BEtrAyED."
"Huff...
