It was immediately apparent that this room wasn't normal. Luckily the blood was old. There was just so much of it that a smell still lingered.  the bloody hand prints of a child littered a wall that had shackles attached to it. There were a couple pools of blood in the center of the room, some splashed the walls, some was streaked across the floor leading to the door. The back of the door had more of a child's bloody handprints accompanied by desperate scratches from fingernails. The crow almost seem to simulate the nightmarish cries that most have happened here.<br/><br/>All of the furniture was in pieces, scattered all over the room. I looked like at one point someone enjoyed having a meal within this torture chamber. The only thing left was a small white table with a book on it. The book glowed softly and was pinned to the table with a knife. Inside was the journal of Ari's mother. In it she recounted everything she did to Ari within this room like it was a pleasant memory for her. She enjoyed hurting Ari, healing him with magic, and hurting him some more. Several times a day she'd torture her son to the brink if death, heal him, then do it again. It was no wonder Ari has killer her. Over and over he endured so many different deaths without actually dying.<br/><br/>At this time Ari was getting a sick feeling in his gut and decided to go find Benny. Surely the idiot was lost somewhere or hungry and couldn't find the kitchen. He'd just check on him then go back to work. He just couldn't fight the feeling of dread in his chest.