The inside was nothing like what the outside had suggested, at least not the immediate interior.
Guards could be seen stationed along the walls, their armored forms rigid and watchful, with several adjoining guard rooms lining the long corridor in neat succession. The presence of authority was obvious here, structured and controlled.
As they went further in, however, the atmosphere began to change in a slow but unmistakable way. The air turned musky and sharp, almost edgy, settling in the lungs, and from time to time prisoners banged violently against their iron doors.
The sound moved harshly through the place, reverberating again and again as dim blinked. The corridors stretched and with every step forward, Aries found himself beginning to question whether what he had done, coming here, was truly a good decision after all.
They passed many prison doors before finally reaching one set far off from the others, isolated and distant.
