(Darnell Nuna's POV – Unknown Planet, Evil Cult Custody, Day 3)
'I thought the Evil Cult's base would be like something out of a necromancer's dungeon… damp stone walls, iron chains, the stench of rotting flesh, and skulls arranged like décor,' Darnell mused as he sat by the window, peering out over the shimmering skyline of what looked like a rather well-functioning city.
But to his surprise, none of those dark fantasy clichés applied.
He wasn't tied up. He wasn't being tortured. Hell, he wasn't even being watched all the time. His room had a real mattress—high quality too—fluffy pillows, clean sheets, and a panoramic view of a sprawling city bathed in warm dusk light.
Occasionally, people even knocked politely before delivering his meals.
'Is this really the Evil Cult?' he wondered again, brow furrowed, spoon halfway to his mouth.
The food was good. A little rich for his taste, but seasoned well.
*Knock.*
*Knock.*
