The clink of metal and rattling chains filled the air. Then came the slow trot of steps.
Sylas had never personally been here before, but he knew enough about it. It was one of the facilities that every city had to create at some point or another, one of the mandatory buildings that needed constructing.
A Dungeon.
There weren't many prisoners in this place, mostly just petty criminals caught by the sparse police force of Castle Main. However, there was one particular criminal here who was the reason Sylas had come in the first place.
Professor Vesta Fembroise.
The situation with the Professor had been more than a little… awkward, to say the least. Well, it wasn't too bad for Sylas himself, but Cassarae had mentioned it more than once, and it got a bit out of hand after his mother began to mention it as well.
