Orpheus and Camila slowly made their way to the dungeon, where one of the captured henchmen awaited them. The heavy door creaked open, and the stench of blood and damp stone assaulted their senses, making Camila's stomach churn. She instinctively tightened her grip on Orpheus's arm, seeking comfort in his presence.
As they stepped inside, the dim torchlight flickered, casting eerie shadows across the cold, rough walls. Raymond and Danny were already there, seated on simple wooden chairs placed beside a large, imposing throne-like chair clearly meant for Orpheus. Camila couldn't help but wonder why there were chairs in a place like this, where suffering and despair were the norm. The oddity of it made her feel even more uneasy.