Chapter 4
Shadows in the Cell
Janek's cell members notice his withdrawn nature. Commander Nowak grows suspicious of his secretive behavior and the unsettling aura surrounding him.
The air in the damp cellar clung to me like a shroud, thick with the scent of mildew and stale fear. It was our sanctuary, a grimy womb against the encroaching darkness, but lately, it felt more like a tomb. My own tomb, perhaps. I traced the condensation on the cold stone wall, the rough surface a familiar comfort against my trembling fingertips. Anya’s worried gaze, even from across the room, was a physical weight on my shoulders. She didn't understand, couldn’t possibly, the gnawing emptiness that had taken root inside me, a void that whispered promises of power and screamed of damnation.
"Janek," Anya’s voice, usually a melody, was a frayed thread of concern. "You haven't touched your bread."
I forced a smile, a grotesque mask I’d perfected over the past few weeks. "Just not hungry, my love. Too much on my mind."
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