In a dungeon cellar, there was a make shift prison with multiple cells. The dungeon cellar was completely dark, with only a single lantern near the stairway going up, for nearly 20 cells. The smell in the cellar was foul, with a mixture of rotting flesh and excrements of the prisoners.

In each cell, there were people hung up from their ceiling by their arms, their feet barely touching the ground. The prisoners shared two common aspects. Firstly, all of them looked malnutrition, almost as if they haven’t been fed for days. Secondly almost all of their eyes were lifeless. The dungeon cellar extremely quiet.

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In the cell, furthest away from the stairway, was a young man. He like the other prisoners suffered from severe malnutrition, with his skin sagging and bones sticking out through the skin. His cheeks were sunken, and eyes were dull. His white hair was disheveled. His arms seemed so thin that they might slip through the handcuffs holding him up. He wore only a dirty torn pair of trousers.

This young man’s name is Adam, but to tell his story and how he ended up here we must rewind the clock to roughly two years.