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Drip.
Drip.
The sound of something thick hitting stone.
Blood.
The walls were alive with fungus.
No sunlight ever touched this place.
Only torchlight, flickering against the carved runes of suppression magic, lit the underground abyss that was Black Hollow's lowest level.
Deepest level: Cell Block C-Zero.
Nicknamed by inmates: "The Furnace."
CRUNCH.
A boot ground into a skull, pressing until bone snapped.
"Ahhhhhhh!
The man's last scream choked into silence as brain matter splattered across the glowing embers.
Another body, tossed into the infernal pit.
The killer stood silently, chest rising and falling in rhythm. His hands were bare. His arms covered in ash.
His face?
Calm.
Expressionless.
As if he were folding laundry instead of exterminating a room full of killers.
Another prisoner—a tall brute with tattoos of stitched mouths on his chest—charged forward, madness in his eyes.
