168 Words Of A Reckless Brat Locked In A Dungeon Cell

"Damn... it's really dirty in here..." Northern muttered with visible disgust playing across his face.

The dungeon cell that held him had a murky floor; it seemed like the underground sewage system was somehow leaking, and it was penetrating the floor.

This made the place filled with a terrible odor. One that made Northern want to consider breaking out of the cell.

Ellis was behind him, sitting on the mattress that laid glued to the wall, his head bowed, his legs nervously tapping the ground.

Northern held the rusting iron bars of the dungeon cell, stood silent for a while.

It had been a couple of hours since they got here, and he had been silent.

It was not like he lacked the power to break out of a cell or refuse to be arrested.

Northern knew he was already not so smart with how to handle troubles like this without resorting to violence.

Actually, he would have preferred violence, but he thought carefully about things.