Inside the basement, without enough light, two persons stand in front of someone. The room has an eerie feeling inside it. Well, the souls left inside the room must be haunting the old room now. All sorts of metal and wood scattered around inside it, some even looks like it has dried up blood on it, old even. Old chains hang from the walls and ceiling.
It is a place no one would want to be.
"How did it go…?" a deep voice was heard inside the room.
"It's going well, my King.", a woman's voice was heard. "Good. Let's see how long she will keep her stand in this matter. Be ready."
"Yes, my King"
As the footsteps of the man faded, the woman left inside the room was in front of another woman who is unconscious. Observing the woman in front of her, she's fine, no injuries or wounds, the only detriment is that she was drugged and tied up on a chair.
