The room was dimly lit, a single flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something more acrid, like burnt metal. The bandits led Seth down a narrow hallway, their footsteps echoing off the cracked concrete floor. They exchanged nervous glances, each step they took bringing them closer to their leader—and closer to what they hoped would be their redemption.
At the end of the hallway, a heavy wooden door loomed before them. The scarred man hesitated for a moment before rapping his knuckles against the rough surface. The sound reverberated through the silence, and for a few seconds, there was no response.
Then, a gruff voice called from the other side. "Enter."
The scarred man pushed the d
