Ignoring the warden's pleas, Draven's heart remained cold and unforgiving. With a chilling resolve, he stomped on the warden's face, breaking his jaw, and then grabbed him by the hair, dragging him towards the dreaded cell block that housed the dark rooms. The inmates who witnessed this scene erupted in cheers of delight, for the warden had tormented them all, and they relished in seeing him brought to his knees.
The cell block itself was a grim sight to behold. It was a place of utter darkness and despair, a collection of metal boxes with no light—a fitting punishment for the most heinous of inmates. These boxes were known as the dark rooms, and they held an air of terror that sent shivers down the spines of those who knew of their existence.
