In the dark dungeon in an underground building where the most offensive criminals were kept. A beautiful woman dressed in elegant red wear, a wide hat obscuring her face, with her well-polished heels clicking on the marble floor at every step she took.
The dungeon floor was not really neat; rather, the rock was a bit cracked, and there were little pebbles from every corner. Although with all this, Rita still managed to make her footsteps alarming.
When she got to one of the cells in the middle, she stopped due to the interference of one of the dungeon keepers.
“She is here,” the man in his gravely voice pointed into one of the cells, which was locked, and inside was dark. Rita acknowledged him, and he nodded and left her to her own will.
After the guard man disappeared from her si
