"Haunted?" Aiden strode down the corridor, his eyes widening involuntarily upon hearing Flandre's report.
"Yes, you'll understand once you see it."
As Aiden followed Flandre around the corner to the corridor near the solitary confinement cells, he stopped in his tracks.
The entire corridor was shrouded with mist-like spiritual bodies, faint wailing could be heard, and the air was cold and piercing, as if in the depths of winter.
The light streaming in from the windows seemed to be drained by some invisible presence, darkening the hallway unnaturally, giving it a forbidding atmosphere.
"It really is haunted," Aiden immediately agreed with Flandre's statement.
The entire solitary confinement block had turned into a ghastly haunted house; they might as well put a table at this end of the corridor and sell tickets.
It looked manageable now, but come nightfall, Aiden guessed few guards would dare continue their shifts here.
