Wholgan

In the old stone corridors, the terrifying screams echoed in every stone and every corner. Few could imagine the pain that six players were feeling at that moment, moans, pleas for mercy or for someone to end their lives.

Blood, feces and a touch of madness emanated from everyone's eyes, they were tied in their cells and subjected to the dark influence of the gem that was in the central room. Their bodies were slowly decomposing; it was an erosion that transcended the physical and was engraved in their soul.

When the pain was unbearable, their brains shut down. It was impossible to tolerate so much in a single session. The footsteps of their torturer echoed in the cold walls once silence fell due to the fainting of all of them.