Inside the prison, in a cell.
In the center, a bonfire blazes fiercely, illuminating the once dim and shadowy room as bright as day.
A person, covered in fresh blood, with a face so obscured by filthy blood that their true features are indistinguishable, has scapulae pierced by two iron hooks gleaming with cold light, suspending them from the roof beam.
The raging flames burn directly below this young person.
Blood and sweat, mixed together, continuously drip from the young person, yet before truly reaching the ground, the high heat from the flames below instantly vaporizes them into crimson steam, shrouding the young person.
"Refreshing, damn it's refreshing!"
"The bonfire below seems to lack intensity, add more fuel to make the fire blaze stronger."
"Also, just the two iron hooks locking my scapulae, the force is clearly insufficient, need to add a few more!"
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The extreme pain completely contorts the young person's face, utterly deforming it.
