You lied alone in a musty cell, the awful stench of rotten bread and decaying corpses invaded your nostrils, as you awaited food and water. Sadly, you knew the food would [most likely] taste as foul as the prison’s stench, maybe the water would have helpless insects lying in it.

Eventually, after a long wait, a guard came up to you; he was heavily armored with a stern look on his face. “Here,” He’d toss steak and a water bowl into your cell and it was just as bad as you thought.