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A pond. A small pond in the way of a rocky island inside this desolate cavern of despair. Fog lifelessly sits in place on this dreadful puddle of misery. A broken oar prancing in the ripples of the mossy, muggy waters. A small hickory row boat only big enough for two. Fallen rock from the ceiling makes craters on the dirt ground. Water trickling down every stalagmites above.
A cell. It looks like it was used before but now no signs of life are near. Inside the cell a rickety steel bed with three legs has a very old mattress sits upon ice cold pavement. A throne made out of scraps and pieces of suede and fabric. A base made of a rock, steel and a old rocking chair. On the throne are a mask and cloak.
A knife. A old rusted knife with a layer of dried blood crusted over the edge of the knife. But the look of it knew that when it was used it was kept clean as a whistle.
There is one more thing a music box. But there was something very strange. It didn’t have a scratch on it. It was in perfect shape.