The Masked Man's POV.
The place I kept my hostages locked up in was in an underground cell somewhere deep in the woods, so even if they accomplished the impossible task of escaping, they would be lost and wouldn't be able to find their way out, providing me enough time to catch up with them.
Still dressed in my mask and signature dark outfits, I walked down the dimly lit tunnel, whose only source of light was the bulbs hung on the wall that kept flickering off and on.
The stench of rotting food hung heavily in the air, and the smell of the stuffy environment and the rusty iron door in front of me only made it worse.
I didn't realize it had gotten this bad since the last time I had been here.
The only door was at the end of the tunnel and was made entirely out of iron, a surveillance
