Snow White: The Dungeon of Death
In the meantime, Snow White inhaled the air inside. The air was… how can she put it in simple terms, It was different, a kind of which bothers her the most in a crude, uncomfortable feeling in her instincts probing her to think more carefully. She cannot put a finger as to why she felt that in a certain way that would want her to turn away. Then again, it was a dark dungeon first and foremost, the hallways hanged the torches, the flames rose higher as she passed, announcing of her arrival. The hallways empty, all gloom, devoid of life until she walked more and more deeper finding herself a stairs leading down of what seems to be an underground… she need not an answer what contains down there, her ears picked the faint sounds of cries, children crying with a mixture of women she assumes to
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