Vedant Raisinghania

Thu, 07 Aug 2025 12:47:28 +0000

"Plea..see k..ill m..e" a voice filled with pain echoed in the dead darkness of the dungeon–save for the low , guttural groans echoing off its damp , concrete walls . Where the only source of light was a bulb, swung from the ceiling , casting erratic shadows .