Your "awakening" takes place in a not a pleasant place at all...

So, by the time you woke up from the headache, the surroundings were a "surprise."

An unpleasant "surprise."

You're lying on the floor...

Your back feels a hard, cold surface.

It's dark all around...

The monotonous sound of dripping water comes from somewhere to the left...

The touch of your fingers on the rough, uneven stone floor...

And the smell...

A foul stench...

"What the fuck?!" - is the immediate thought in your head.

This stench seems to be emanating from the far right corner of the room.

The only dim, faint light that allows your vision to see anything is coming from somewhere at the edge of the room.

You peer more closely, squinting and straining your eyes.

"Is this... Is this the bars?!" - you finally realize.

Rising to all fours (from a prone position) and slowly crawling toward the glow, you are certain that the dim light is coming from a long corridor and filtering through the metal bars that separate your room from that corridor.

You realize you are now in a prison cell.

Memories of recent events "flash" in your head.

"Fuck... How could I have screwed up so badly?! A demonstration of magic in such a crowded place?! Using magic on a member of the city guard?! Damn! Now I'm in deep shit!" - you think, horrified by the consequences of your actions.

It seems your success in mastering a few simple spells has gone a little... "to your head."

You've become overconfident.

And now you've paid for it. Frantically feeling your body, you realize the guards haven't been "gentle" with you.

A sharp, stunning pain pierces your head like a hot needle as they touch the back of your head...

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" - you hiss through a groan.

There are abrasions, bruises, and contusions on your arms, legs, and ribs.

It's as if your body was dragged up the stairs like a sack of potatoes...

After a while, having recovered somewhat from the pain, you decide to explore the prison cell you've found yourself in.

The room is surprisingly spacious...

It's as if these were originally several prison cells, combined into one. You even notice the partially dismantled, old, rusty remains of bars in the center of the room.

Judging by the extremely limited light and lack of fresh air, you come to the disappointing conclusion: "This... this looks like some kind of dungeon!"

You continue to feel the walls, the floor, and the rest of your prison cell.

It's strange that you're alone in this spacious prison cell...

There are no other prisoners here besides you...

A vague premonition of something very... very bad begins to creep into your soul...

Gradually, your vision adjusts to the darkness.

And, examining the far right corner of the room, you finally realize what was the source of that disgusting stench...

A disgusting, withered corpse, shackled to the wall...

Next to the corpse, a small, overturned wooden bucket. Judging by the smell, this bucket was intended for shit and urine...

Shuddering with terror, you rush to the bars separating your prison cell from the corridor.

"Hey! Someone! Anyone! Please!" - you scream in fear, your whole body shaking with stress, fear, and disgust.

Only a minute later does the monotonous thud of boot soles on the stone floor gradually approach you...

In the dim light of the oil lamps on the walls, you make out the silhouette of a heavyset guard clad in chainmail.

The indifferent gaze of his eyes in your direction...

A drawn-out yawn in response to your screams and pleas...

The blow of a small club, the head of which is bound in iron...

Writhing in pain, you fall to the cold stone floor, clenching your injured fingers. The jailer didn't even deem it necessary to say a single word to you...

He simply continued on his way, ignoring your suffering as if you weren't a living human, but something as insignificant as a dung fly.

For about ten minutes, you lay on the cold stone floor, crying from helplessness, pain, and the realization of your own doom.

The guard had long since moved on down the corridor...

Suddenly, you hear something strange...

A quiet... chuckle?!

"Hey, guy! Are you going to keep crying and whining like a assfucked bitch? Heh! Heh!" - these mocking words come from somewhere on the left side of the corridor.

Apparently, someone is in the prison cell adjacent to yours.

You can't see who it is, as there's a wall separating you.

However, perhaps this prisoner can tell you at least something about this place.