A large figure walks into the dark space. It is so dark that even with his advanced sight he is only able to move forward at a slow pace, one foot in front of the other, in an effort not to stumble. It smells putrid, the smell nearly makes him gag, in the middle of the vile odour he struggles to be able to find his way to her, her beautiful scent is overtaken by the rancid scent, there is none of that soft scent that is unique to her. He screws up his face in disgust.
Trey raises his hand and presses a button, finally shining a torch through the silver bars that are so old that they are covered by a thick layer of patina that makes the originally beautiful metal anything but.
The narrow beam of light runs over the disgusting mess that covers the concrete, finally illuminating a piece of
