“Now they may have cleaned it up a bit, but it is still a dungeon,” Duncan said as he stopped me at the door. “It will smell. It will have prisoners crying, begging, screaming. Just ignore them and stay away from the doors.”
I nodded. This wasn’t my first time in a dungeon, and I doubt it would be my last. The first time I was about seven and I had to stay overnight for hitting one of the kids in my class. He was bad mouthing Dennis about having to retake the sixth grade. At that point
Dennis had been nice to me and wouldn’t help mom in her beatings. It was about a month after this that he started name calling and breaking my things until I cried.
Duncan opened the door with me keeping up with his steps right behind him. Leo was behind me. Lucas had to take a small detour to check out
