(Present Day)
The room was dark and wide and there wasn't really anything in it, safe for a small chair that was placed in the center and the four figures suspended from a lengthy chain connected to a large iron bar at the top of the room.
The figures were unconscious and the natural disposition of their body made it appear like it had been stressed beyond limits. Their chains rattled as it reacted to the breeze coming from the two small windows that could barely fit two house cats.
The gave off the aura of indistinct fear and if one listened closely one would hear the intense sound of screams and pain that had been born from this room. The walls in the room showed different markings of blood and of claws trying to tear their way out from it.
Names were also etched on these walls. “Callibriar was here, Hedge was here…” series and series of memories carved onto the walls. All of these memories were of pain and loss of hope.
Hope; the commodity any creature can ot afford to lose, on
