Ahin

My heavy footsteps echo in the dark, stone stairwell leading to the dungeon. The occasional drip of leaking water and groans of dying prisoners are the only other sounds made in this hell hole. As I descend further and further, the pungent smell of rotting corpses and bodily waste invades my nostrils. Yet I ignore it and trudge my way over to my most recent prisoner, you. My breath fogs the air as I approach the cold metal bars that trap you in eternal damnation Hello, scum. I utter coldly