'In The Dungeon...Again.'

The stone walls of the dungeon were as damp and oppressive as Florian remembered. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic—blood, perhaps, lingering from past interrogations. Each step he took echoed against the cold stone, amplifying the weight of his unease.

'Back here again…'

It was bad enough that he had to return to this wretched place, but something was distinctly off. Heinz, as composed as ever, was walking right beside him.

'The two are surprisingly quiet today.'

Lancelot and Lucius followed behind them in perfect silence. Usually, either Heinz or Florian would be walking with Lancelot or Lucius, not each other. The unusual formation made Florian's stomach twist uncomfortably.

'Why is he beside me now? Did something happen?'