In a dark underground chamber, twelve crumbling stone seats were arranged in a circle, hugging the cold, dark walls.
They were occupied by figures wearing cowls and robes that one would only see in a fantasy movie.
In this dark place, away from the prying eyes and unbeknownst to the law, a meeting was underway.
"So, that was your doing?" one of the figures uttered with a feeble voice.
In front of them, in the middle of the room, was a naked man strapped to a stone altar.
Agitated, the man tried to scream through his gagged mouth, only for his saliva to flood and choke his throat.
His bloody nails scratched at the inscriptions of the altar, and his wrists pulled at his restraints.
But it was all futile. He wasn't getting away, no matter how hard he tried.
"You understand the consequences, right?" the feeble voice asked.
One after another, the rest of the figures whispered.
"Why would you do such a thing?"
"All in an attempt to fail?"
