Zylus walked inside, and the bar behind him slammed shut. Insects crawled around the corners of the stone walls across from the metal widened bars, which a prisoner would not been able to escape from.
Bang!
"I'll come back when your duel begins, and drag you into the stadium."
"Alright," Zylus replied to the guard who took him here, as he walked to the right.
"So," Zylus walked inside, a tiny fire sparked to keep the place lit, and with a bed on the right of them was all there was. No sink, no mirrors, no windows, just one bed, and some leftover rations, like bread with a small cup of soup.
He had shakled cracked chains that held his hands together, but for some reason, Zylus didn't get any.
"What crime did you commit to get in here?" Zylus asked, sitting on top of the bed as it made a large thumping noise.
"Watch the bed," the jacked individual with shackles tied around his hand said, sitting on the floor, "I got framed." He answered Zylus, but not a result he would expect.
