Chapter 388 The Prison Below

• The air was thick with dampness, the scent of mold clinging to the cold stone walls. Flickering fluorescent lights hummed faintly overhead, casting eerie shadows across the underground facility.
• The room was small, its walls lined with steel bars, making it impossible to tell whether it was a prison or a bunker.
• Hannah sat on the hard chair, her chair pressed against the pole she was tired of. She kept struggling to free herself from the rope even though it kept hurting her hands.