Leon's POV
Beneath the Leonamon's main headquarters lay a hidden, shadowy realm known only to a select few. This was the underground dungeon, a grim and secretive place where we imprisoned anyone who posed a threat to my company, my woman, or me. It was also where I took a twisted pleasure in punishing particularly defiant individuals.
I made my way through the darkened corridors, the flickering flame in my hand casting long, eerie shadows on the damp cobblestone walls and floor. The dungeon was still a work in progress, with no lighting installed yet. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone, and the uneven, cold floor glistened faintly in the flickering light. Visibility was minimal, and the oppressive darkness seemed to close in around me.
