FIVE STRINGS, round towers from an almost perfectly squared barrier around this terrifying place were connected by fortified, thin walls made of bronze stones. Absolutely having no idea where I was, I desperately tried to collect everything to mind, just in case I would ever need it. Grand windows were scattered here and there as if the designer couldn’t care less about the placing. Holes were randomly drilled in the walls, and in the same seemingly random patterns, there were seats, and wooden chairs just leaning against the walls.
The three men that came to my room never said a single word. Not when I tried to taunt them or when I so stupidly booked it, only to be humiliated by a grab around the back of my head and they easily put me back where I ran from.
When we came across a sizabl
