Sagiri went lower and lower, and just when he thought he could not go any lower, there was still much lower to go.
Sagiri finally reached a gate. This whole journey gave him nostalgia.
The gate was heavy, but it opened quickly. The moment Sagiri opened the gate, he was hit by warm air. A harsh contrast to the cold walls he had just walked through. Sagiri took a step inside, and he finally understood
The prison sat at the edge of a vast underground abyss. Sagiri walked deeper into the place until he was standing at the edge of the dark abyss and looked far below. A pool that stretched so far into the darkness that one could not see where it began could not be seen.
The water was unnaturally still, its black surface reflecting faint ripples he could not have seen if he had not been using his right eye at the moment. Steam rose constantly from the pool, drifting through the air in thick veils that clung to the stone and swallowed distant shapes.
