Chapter 63

★★★ UNKNOWN LOCATION ★★★

The dimly lit room was nothing more than a forgotten cell. The walls were cracked and covered in grime, the air thick with the stench of decay. In the center of the room, a man sat on the cold, filthy floor. His hair was long and matted, obscuring his gaunt face. His clothes were now nothing more than rags, torn and stained from years of neglect.

The door creaked open, and a man wearing a mask stepped inside, holding a bowl of dog food. The masked figure's steps echoed in the silent chamber as he approached the prisoner. The dirty man looked up, his eyes filled with rage and despair.

"What the hell do you want now?" he snarled, his voice raspy from disuse. "Why do you keep me here? What have I done to deserve this? Twenty-five years...twenty-five years of nothing but this hellhole!"

The masked man remained silent, his expression hidden behind the cold mask. He set the bowl down in front of the prisoner, who knocked it away in anger, the contents spilling acro