Traken Dungeon Cell

A grim stone chamber buried deep beneath the Traken complex, lit by flickering torches that cast long shadows across damp walls. The air carries the scent of mildew and cold stone, with a cloying dampness that chills the prisoners’ bones. Heavy iron bars line the cell, their rusted edges glinting in the dim light. The floor slopes slightly toward a central drain, hinting at centuries of use for containment rather than comfort. At the far end, a thick wooden door reinforced with iron bands stands as the only barrier between captivity and the corridors of power above. Outside, torches and armed guards ensure no escape is possible—until Kassia herself arrives, her presence making the oppression visceral.