C316 Sad

The woman had been proud of herself in the day, but now she was poor, hanging there on her last breath, with a bloody scar on her face, and her clothes were wrinkled, and she looked miserable.

The dark cell was damp and dark, and there was a trace of bad luck in it.

The cell was lit by candles, and the entire cell was brightly lit.

There were two guards in the Dark Prison