Considering how filthy and ramshackle the surface dwellings were, it was hard to say this cell wasn't actually an upgrade—borderline luxury by Duskwight Lands standards. It wasn't a real prison, though. It felt more like an experimental chamber.
That said, the way their "test subject" had been treated was enough to make the two teens' stomachs turn.
The wall behind Peter looked almost futuristic at first glance. But a closer look revealed engraved lines running across the stone, metallic modules embedded directly into the surface as if they were part of the architecture itself.
Peter was slumped against that very wall.
Emaciated. Filthy. His old emo look nothing more than a distant memory.
