Consciousness

Creaking metal grated against itself as the gate was raised. The dark figure in the room finished lifting the ropes so that the cloaked man could pass through. It was dark and damp. Screams were heard in the background. Torches were lit across the walls.

Imir never liked coming down here where all the prisoners lay. The dungeon was bleak and filled with a horrible stench. He walked along the dark corridors not making eye contact with any prisoners as they screamed and reached at him through their gates.Pathetic, they were just pathetic, thought Imir. He never liked people that tried to run from justice. Better suffer the consequences and get over with it than end up here where daylight never came and disease clouded the air.

He reached the end of the hall and turned, delving deep into the labyrinth. His purpose was much more than a visit. Danger was a stir down in the recesses of this dungeon. He came to a big wooden door. He was the only one with access to the keys. Taking them from their spot he unlocked the door and...