Inside the old factory house, one could smell pungent and the most worst sewer smell. Probably nobody must have expected for this warehouse to be one of the basis of the protectors and people who were against mystic. In fact when it was first attacked by the group of mystic, they had never expected to e receive their attack as a backfire for them.
The sound of liquid dripping onto the black cement floor could be heard throughout the entire underground.
The air was thick, almost suffocating, a heavy stench of blood and death was lingering in the atmosphere. There was a thick film of undistinguishable grime on the walls, dark red blots on the metal bars, and a thick layer of dust in every corner.
Occasionally, moans and groans of pain bounced off of the walls. If one was to listen closely, muffled screams of agony could be heard coming from the opposite end of a long hallway drowned in darkness from the cells.
