Angele scrunched his eyebrows.
“That’s how this place smells, I hope you don’t mind.” The guard smiled. “You can take this lamp with you, and it’ll warm you up.” He tried to hand over the lamp in his hand.
“It’s fine.” Angele pulled his collar up again and walked inside.
He quickly reached a stone cell after walking down the hallway. In the middle of the cell, there was a staircase leading underground. It looked like a cracked well. Angele looked down and saw torches on the walls making the underground area bright.
He could hear screams from the prisoners clearer here.
He stepped on the stairs and walked down. There were rows of empty cells on the sides. Angele could see feces and blood stains inside them. There was a rotten smell in the underground area; the place stank.
Several patrolling guards walked toward Angele and bowed to him. The captain asked the others to keep patrolling while he led the way for Angele.
