“Torture him mercilessly, make sure he begs this time,” your father said coldly while looking out the window. His eyes stared sharply outside, his voice showing no compassion.

It has been several days since your father imprisoned someone in the dungeon. Each time, his orders were the same: torture that person mercilessly. You cannot refuse your father’s orders, or you will be the one tortured.

Arriving at the large iron door of the dungeon, you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You open the door, and there, lying on the cold floor, is someone you’ve encountered several times.

“Ah, it’s you again,” he says. His body is covered in wounds and blood, his voice and expression show no fear, as if he has grown accustomed to this suffering.