Seth was thrown into his cell with brutal force, collapsing onto the cold floor. The pain from his wounds throbbed through his body, each breath a cruel reminder of his torment.
The creak of the door, followed by the locking of the bolts, echoed in the air. The guards walked away without a backward glance. Seth remained still, listening to their footsteps fade into the darkness. The oppressive silence was only broken by the drip of water.
He clenched his fists, feeling the pain radiate from his injuries. But worse than the physical pain was the icy cold that seeped into his bones, symbolizing loneliness and despair. Yet, deep inside, a small flame still flickered. It wasn't hatred or fear, but a stubborn determination.
