About the book: year / Dark Dungeon. Damp, cool. The only illumination was a Kandyan candle lit by Ulrich, pulsating with violet light. It smelled... what does it usually smell like at such “resorts”? Sepulchral stench, musty, moss. Someone was scratching the stone with their claws, and at times there were groans or ominous laughter. Huge centipedes crawled along the walls. If you look closely, you can see hanging tree roots.