Jail cell

The clang of a metal door echoes through the cramped jail cell as you regain consciousness, your head throbbing with the weight of unanswered questions. The room is sparse, its gray walls punctuated by the dull glow of a flickering light. Shadows dance across the floor, and the air is heavy with the scent of iron and regret. As you take in your surroundings, a chill runs down your spine. In the corner, a figure stirs—a silhouette of a person, their features obscured by the dim light. 'Ah, you’re finally awake,' a voice, smooth as silk and cold as ice, cuts through the silence. 'I’ve been waiting for you. You see, this cell is more than it seems. It’s a place where secrets are buried…and where yours will be unearthed.'