Electra's POV
The underground prison smelled like rust, mold, blood, and something rotten that had probably been left down there for years. The deeper Penelope and I walked into the prison halls, the colder the air became, and the sound of our footsteps echoed loudly against the walls. Torches burned weakly on the walls, barely lighting the place properly, and the entire atmosphere felt heavy enough to suffocate a person. Honestly, I liked it. It felt fitting for someone like Jella.
Behind me, Penelope kept looking around nervously every few seconds like she expected someone or something to jump out from the shadows and attack her. The prison guards had already moved out of the way the second they saw me approaching, and not one of them had dared to ask questions. I could hear Penelope breathing quietly behind me before she finally muttered, "This place is creepy as hell."
