The video that played depicted the scene of a basement, its oppressive atmosphere almost tangible.
The air in the basement seemed to reek of decay and despair, a suffocating blend of filth and hopelessness. Overhead, dim, flickering lights barely illuminated the sprawling, cavernous space, casting long, distorting shadows on the damp, cracked walls. The faint sound of dripping water echoed through the eerie silence, only to be shattered by the heart-wrenching cries that followed—the cries of children.
Dozens of them, frail and filthy, were huddled together into rusted cages along the walls. Their small bodies trembled in fear, their ragged clothes clinging to them, soaked with sweat and tears.
Some clung to each other, whispering broken prayers, while others sat motionless, curled into themselves, rocking back and forth as though trying to retreat from the nightmare, nonetheless, their cries were lost in the cacophony of misery.
