Rhein Calendar Year 1243, Order Bureau.
The dry metallic creaking sound echoed occasionally, as the rudimentary elevator slowly descended within the dark and deep vertical shaft, akin to exploring an ancient tomb where the air was laden with dust.
The man leaned in the dimly lit corner and coughed heavily a few times, constantly feeling as though lingering here for too long might inflict him with some respiratory illness.
Despite this thought, he still picked up a cigarette, lighting it brought a faint glow to his resolute face, he inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to mix with the suffusing dust.
Several cigarette butts lay scattered on the ground, this wasn't the man's first smoke; whether it was the antiquity of the elevator leading to an inefficacy or perhaps he was heading to the bottommost depths of the Abyss, was undeterminable.
The man felt as if he's been here for several hours, yet the descent continues unabated.
