Capítulo 83: Lucas is Dead?

In a dimly lit room, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to consume the faint light that managed to filter in. The walls, made of cold, grey stone, towered on all sides, their surfaces slick with moisture seeping from the very foundation of the structure. The air was thick with the stench of decay and rot, a foul smell that clung to every surface like a damp shroud.

At the center of the room, a solitary candle flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls, creating the illusion that the darkness itself was alive and moving around a boy who was bound to a chair. The flame danced and sputtered, casting a weak, golden light over the room, but it was a feeble glow amidst the overwhelming darkness.

Different types of dangerous tools as well as broken glasses were scattered on the floor.

Two strong men stood in front of the unconscious boy who was tied to the chair.

Splash*