Inside La Force prison, there was a special section that even hardened criminals feared. The other inmates called it the "Lions' Den", a fitting name, since the men caged there had teeth sharp enough to gnaw through iron bars, and sometimes even their guards.
This wasn't just any prison cell. The walls were twice as thick as the rest of the building, and guards checked every grating daily with obsessive care. The guards themselves looked like they'd been selected for their intimidating size and complete lack of compassion. Their cold eyes and muscular frames made it clear they ruled this domain through strength and cunning.
The courtyard was surrounded by massive walls that blocked out most of the sunlight. Only occasional rays managed to penetrate this pit of human misery. Throughout the day, pale and haunted figures paced back and forth across the stone pavement like restless ghosts. These were men waiting for justice's blade to fall.
