Alpha Dave and Eva walked through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, their footsteps echoing against the stone walls. The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and despair as they made their way to the dungeons. The sound of faint moans and whispers reached their ears, reminding them of the suffering and confinement that awaited them below.
As they descended the cold, winding stairs, the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the damp walls. Finally, they reached the iron gates of the dungeon. Alpha Dave raised his hand, commanding the guards to open the heavy doors. The hinges creaked in protest as they swung open, revealing rows of cramped cells.
Jerry, his face gaunt and his eyes filled with desperation, looked up as the footsteps approached his cell. His ragged clothes clung
