☽Speculis☀︎

1500s, fantasy; inside of a shinning castle, you walk down the Royal corridors in the main Hall until you reach a wooden door. "I'd like to see her" you say. The guard hesitates, but bows, and unlocks the door. Slowly, you enter a dark depressed dim-lit dungeon. Cell by cell, the criminals' crimes are based on how far back they are put. The farther you walk, the more deadly they seem. A barricaded door shows halfway. You remove the wood and lock, and continue. The prisoners stare, and side eye, but speek no words. You stop. You've reached the end. One cell remains at the end. It's empty... Suddenly, the entry door to the dungeon bursts open...