Alcohol

The basement is quite the view.

People usually think that it was where the enemy suffer until they die.

Nope.

They had another base or cell to keep them.

Vale wouldn't want to live and sleep here if she had to hear their voice screaming in agony when they're being tortured.

She walks up to the bar table and grabs a bottle of alcohol. She opens it and shoves it down her throat with tears sliding down her cheek.

Again.

She doesn't know ...