In a dark, narrow passage, the air reeked of sweat, blood, and despair. A strikingly handsome man walks through, wearing white dress. His shoulder-length brown hair swayed, and his amber eyes cold as they scanned the prison cells.
From the packed prison cells, skeletal hands clawed through rusted bars. "Mercy, please!" "I'm starving!" "Let me out!" Slaves and outcasts, their faces gaunt and eyes hollow, pressed against the bars, each cell stuffed with fifteen to twenty bodies.
Their wails grew deafening, grating on his nerves. He halted, his voice a roar. "Silence!"
The prisoners recoiled, collapsing against the walls, their screams choked into whimpers. Fear silenced them, their trembling eyes fixed on the man as if he were death itself. He exhaled sharply, and resumed his walk.
He opens a heavy iron door, its screech echoing into a grim chamber.
