In a dungeon somewhere in Ulmunsan.
How many days has it been since they took me here?
Inside a dark prison, Park Sagwa leaned against the cold earthen wall. The light from the torches in the corridor barely illuminated the dark hellhole she was in.
She wasn't alone in this prison. Other important officials and generals of Ulmunsan were also imprisoned here, but they were all in terrible condition.
"Food is ready!" A mocking voice echoed through the corridor.
The clanking sounds of the chains could be heard as the prisoners scrambled over to the iron bars.
The heretic cult didn't give them any food for days so they were all starving.
Three people came into their view. Two were pushing a cart that carried a large pot of soup, while the other was holding a ladle.
The guy holding the ladle watched the prisoners with amusement.
"Wait in line, you damn bastards!" He shouted while hitting the iron bars with the ladle.
