The first rays of dawn filtered through the small, barred window of Viktor's cell, casting a feeble light upon the dreary confines. Groaning, Viktor stirred from his fitful slumber, his body aching from the bruises inflicted by Taran and his cohorts the night before. The stench of mildew and something vaguely like despair filled his nostrils as he struggled to rise, a faint sound reached his ears—a murmur, barely audible, emanating from the neighboring cell.
Curiosity piqued, Viktor approached the bars and peered into the darkness. There, in the dimly lit chamber, he discerned the silhouette of another figure, huddled in the shadows. The sound of muttered words filled the air, punctuated by occasional sighs and whispers.
