Meanwhile, in some cold and damp dungeon, the foul smell of dried blood enveloped the whole surrounding. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, flickering every few seconds. Its weak yellow glow barely lit the room.

At the center of the room, a man sat tied to a steel chair, his wrists bound tightly with thick ropes that bit into his swollen, red skin. His head hung low, chin nearly touching his chest, as blood trickled down the side of his face from a deep gash on his temple. The crimson ...