A travesty of a floor, this dungeon… I don't know what it was anymore, endless dead children, some who had the chance to live, but faced to go back, cease from existence…
The blood trails, the shattered intestines, the crude organs and odorous smells, pungent in the deepest corners of this place…
I always wondered, was living better or not living, inevitably the question doesn't matter, but those children, all those dead eyes, their faces… their mothers…
