The dungeon was never quiet.
It was always filled with the voices of people in agony, the cry of people that were starving, or the relentless pleading of those who yelled out their proclaimed innocence.
The dungeon was never bright too, it was always too dim to see anything.
The darkness was torture and the noise wasn't helping.
If they could all just be quiet!
He needed silence to plot the death of his brother when he would finally make it out of here.
Kenji sucked in a deep breath and the stench of the place, stuck to the roof of his nose.
For how nosy he was, this wasn't the first time he would be trapped in a place like this, but this was the first time his brother would be the one tossing him in and locking the bars.
He hadn't had a bath ever since he had been thrown here, he stank so much. His hair needed to be washed, and combed, the curls were starting to tangle and he was terrified of how much hair he would lose when this was finally over.
