The cold air filled his lungs. Rome was being lead towards a basement of some type, the man in front of him promising money. "So..No need for decorations I see." He joked, his face falling when the man gave no show of laughter. The walls were indeed blank, the cold cement was marked with holes where it wasn't filled properly. Soon they walked half a mile-as Rome thought-, and entered a room. The walls were covered with green, blunt wallpaper. In the corner sat a person, chained to the wall.
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