As he shuffled back to his rat ridden home he pondered what reason so many people would have to enter this godforsaken place. He sank into another restless nights sleep just as the screams began from deep inside the prison.

As soon as he had passed the doorman, Sasha lowered his hood. He ran his fingers through his hair moving the brown curls out of his ruggedly handsome face and carried on walking. They had been told that other than the doorman they would be granted full privacy inside the tower. Sasha was sure that the doorman would keep what he had seen to himself, just wasn’t so sure about what he might hear.

As he descended he could feel the rest following as they had been instructed. At certain points in the maze of corridors they would stop and stand in the shadows. Sasha was cautions and wanted to be confident in his solitude, even more so he liked to make sure all eventualities are covered. Slowly the group began to thin until thirty became six.