He took his step down to the empty hallway leading to a secluded room located at the underground of the room. Standing in front of the room, the figure reaches to the doorknob, he pushed open, and step his legs inside.
On a bed, a man was tied, looking disheveled. When he heard the door, in slow motion, he rose his head to look at him.
"You again." He said in a weak state, you could barely hear his voice.
The figure squatted to the ground, he outstretched his hands to the bed, and dropped food and water on it.
"You must be happy staying dirty. There's a washroom, why the hell do you abstain from bathing?" He roared, sending shivers down his spine.
The tied figure glared up at him, rage consume him as they look into each other's eyes.
"You are fake, how dare you order me around? Do yo
