A few days ago.
The waves of the Blind Sea crashed against the shore of a heavily fortified island.
On the island, the infamous Black Keep loomed ominously over the landscape. It was a tall, cylinder-shaped structure with black stone walls that seemed to absorb the sunlight.
Through those ten floors, winding staircases led to dark, torch-lit corridors that echoed with the sounds of distant whispers.
Those ten floors had criminals of all kinds locked away, but that was not all the Black Keep had to offer. The tower went another ten floors below the ground.
In those underground floors, the most dangerous kind of prisoners were kept in isolation.
In total, there were ten prisoners. Each prisoner had their very own floor, with minimal light and food provided to them.
It was because of the danger they possessed.
