Screams echoed through the suffocating darkness of the dungeon, bouncing off the cold, stone walls like whispers of the dead. The stench of blood, sweat, and burnt flesh hung heavy in the air-dense enough to choke. This was not just a place for punishment-it was purgatory carved into stone. A place where pain wasn't just inflicted on the body but on the soul. A place where each scream pleaded for mercy that never came.

Every man held captive here had one thing in common-betrayal. They had sold their loyalty, their morals, and their humanity... for money. These were the monsters who once stood silent, complicit, or actively involved the night Misthi's dignity was torn apart. That night still howled in Ekaksh's mind like a cursed hymn-her screams, her tears, her helplessness. And tonight, he was the storm that would answer them all.