The hallway was dark as he sauntered down with a tiny basket hanging low in his hand. Kaizen did not look back, knowing no one was following him. Darkness swallowed him. The hallway looked as if time itself had forgotten it. The walls were lined with ancient wood that were cracked and warped from decades of neglect. This was a place no one ever came to, a place that almost seemed like it was forbidden and lost from existence, but not for Kaizen; this was a place he visited regularly, as if it were another part of his world.Finally, he reached his destination; at the end of the decaying hallway stood a prison cell, its rusted iron bars twisted from age. He looked at the inside; no matter how dark it was, he could still make out the inside because slumped against the rusted wall sat a woman, her hair was tangled and gray, clinging to her gaunt face, her clothes were tattered; they hung loosely from her frail frame, her hands were trembling, and her eyes were sunken and hollow, focuse
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