From MC's Perspective.
"Come here," the Dean commanded, his voice as frigid as the winter's bite. A cruel, almost predatory glint flickered in his eyes as he gestured towards the imposing, iron-clad cell at the far end of the chamber. "Lock him up."
The command hung heavy in the air, a sinister portent of what was to come. Before the echo of his words could fully dissipate, the room was plunged into an eerie twilight.
Sinuous, shadowy figures materialized from the darkest corners, their forms indistinct yet menacing. They moved with unnatural speed, a silent, spectral ballet of malice.
In an instant, they converged upon Craig Steel, their inky hands closing around him like iron manacles. With a chilling efficiency, they vanished into the shadows, taking their captive with them.
