The days in the cell bled together like ink in water, each one indistinguishable from the last.
Ishiki learned the mechanics of the work here. It was done systematically, without leaving any space for mistakes.
He woke up to sound of distant screaming or clatter of chains echoing through the stone corridors. Then wait in the darkness, illuminated only by a single torch which went out quite often.
He was interrogated twice a day... once in the morning and then in evening... of course he didn't knew the exact timings, those were just speculations.
Today was his third day in the underground prison and there were quite a few things that he had found out. Among them the most important was that There were more levels to this prison.
There were two more levels beneath him... buried deep into the ground.
