Chapter 180 The Prisoner Was Murdered In His Cell

• Third POV
• In the depths of the foreboding dungeon, the air hangs heavy with the stench of dampness and despair. The prisoner, huddled in a corner of his dimly lit cell, can barely make out the cold, rough stone walls that confine him. Flickering torches cast eerie shadows that dance along the uneven surface, heightening the sense of isolation.
• The sound of echoing footsteps reverberates through the narrow corridor outside the cell, accompanied by the faint dripping of water. The prisoner's breath quickens as the darkness seems to intensify, swallowing him whole. He knows he is not alone in this wretched place, and his heart pounds in his chest.