THIRD PERSON POV
Sam found himself in a decaying dungeon, feeling weak, exhausted, and in severe pain, the stone walls around him damp and cold against his bare skin. The only light came from a single flickering torch mounted somewhere down the corridor, its glow barely reaching his cell, leaving most of the space in a gloom that matched the despair settling over him.
Claiming he was hurt wasn't an exaggeration; he was genuinely suffering, each breath dragging a fresh wave of agony through his chest. One of his eyes had been gouged out, covered only by a hastily applied bandage that the nurses had done on purpose, the wrapping loose and careless in a way that made the throbbing beneath it worse rather than better. Why bother with care? He was doomed anyway.
Both of his legs were badly
