The narrow room was extremely oppressive, with large patches of wall skin peeling off, covered with mold stains and dilapidated, cobwebs tangled in the corners, and only a broken window letting in a glimmer of light, like a world isolated from society.
"Creak..." As the iron door opened with a groan, two guards walked in.
The elder guard stood in front with his hands on his hips, introducing, "Dinner time is at 6 PM every day, make sure they finish eating within 5 minutes. Remember to check the utensils when collecting the trays."
"Some little bastards will secretly hide utensils to commit suicide, if found, just break their hands."
The new guard followed in, fanning his hand in front of his nose repeatedly, "What is this smell, it's unbearable."
"Stop complaining, how good can the place the bastards live be." The elder guard tossed him the keys, then pointed the flashlight towards the iron cage in the corner, saying, "The person is over there, let her out."
