In the old stone corridors, the horrifying screams echoed from every stone and every corner. Few could imagine the pain that six players were feeling at that moment, laments, pleas for mercy, or for someone to end their lives.
Blood, feces, and a point of madness emanated from the eyes of everyone, tied in their cells and subjected to the dark influence of the gem that was in the central room. Their bodies decomposed little by little; it was an erosion that transcended the physical, and It was engraved in his soul.
When the pain was unbearable, their brains shut down. It was impossible to tolerate so much in a single session. The footsteps of his tormentor echoed on the cold walls once silence fell due to the fainting of all of them.
He left the room confidently and ascended the labyrinthine and semi-collapsed corridors with the calm of a professional; he was only doing his job, and this sometimes required certain sacrifices.
