The hall was dark, the walls dripping with black liquid. Tortured screams echoed. Raelynn, in chains, entered the room where Anon was. Her glowing yellow eyes shone. A large black barbed wire tattoo snaked up her neck, a ‘W’ at its base signifying the Warden’s ownership. “Welcome to Hell,” she said, grinning. “Get ready. We’re about to have some fun.” She circled Anon, her steps slapping on the wet floor. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have plenty of fun. I am one of the best at this, after all.” Her grin widened.