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The unkempt conditions of the dungeon were in a perpetual state of decay since the day of their construction. Mold and moss grew in damp corners that have never before seen a ray of sunlight and much of the undersized cell hadn’t been touched in decades. Nevertheless, a nest of insects called it home and could easily navigate the tiny cracks in between ancient stones which housed it. Still, the idea of a vampire’s dungeon being pristine seemed laughable.
A man stood with his back to the cold, filthy wall with chains and shackles binding nearly every mobile limb. His white pants and jacket now stained with blood from the preceding scuffle proved little warmth from the piercing underground frost. Futilely flailing his limbs about, he cursed himself for being put in this circumstance whi
