The Gold estate had many secrets, but none more feared than the dungeon.
Beneath the house, past layers of marble and manicured elegance, was a place carved from stone and shadow — soundproofed, blood-stained, and devoid of mercy.
Rumors had it that no one goes in there and comes out alive.
The scarred servant was bound to a steel chair bolted to the floor, wrists tied behind his back, ankles shackled. A large iron ring hung from the ceiling above him, ropes dangling — some frayed, some freshly knotted. A drain ran beneath his feet, scarred with dried red.
The only light came from an overhead bulb, flickering now and then, casting ghostly shadows on the stone walls.
Luca stood before him, his black shirt rolled to the elbows, fingers wrapped in leather gloves already smeared with bloo
