119: Paid chaos

Killian’s POV

The stone walls of the dungeon were cold and damp, the air heavy with the stench of fear and desperation. As I descended the winding staircase, the flickering torches cast ominous shadows on the rough-hewn stones. My footsteps echoed, a stark reminder of the solitude and dread that permeated this place.

The rogue we had captured earlier was shackled to the wall, his eyes filled with defiance and a hint of fear. He had refused to speak during our initial questioning, his silence a challenge I was determined to break. I approached him, my face set in a hard mask of resolve.

"Ready to talk yet?" I asked, my voice low and menacing. The rogue spat at my feet, his contempt evident.

"You'll get nothing from me," he growled, his voice raspy.

I clenched my fists, my patience wearing thin. "We'll see about that." I motioned to the guards at the entrance. "Bring in the teenager."

Moments later, a young boy, barely sixteen, was dragged into the room. His eyes were wide with terror,