<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Within the walls of Ryker's, the residents weren't taking the situation as well as the heroes. Huddled in their cells, some convicts were seizing, others curled up in the fetal position and whimpering or sobbing, others having night terrors, a few praying to whatever gods they believed in, and very few actually harming themselves in reaction to imagined threats. The guards were faring similarly, huddled together in their own safe room, bawling and fighting over the most tight corner for a hiding place. While the intruders would be ignoring all of them, they were duly occupied with their own distractions to ensure they would not interfere in the extermination.<br/><br/>It would barely register, even for someone with hearing as sensitive as Daredevil's, but the faintest hint of a chant was the culprit. "Surrender to the fear...bow to the Fear Lords." This just repeated, over and over, a whisper coming from a dark underworld. But that was of too little consequence to matter given the incipient attack, and none of them would know how to deal with it anyway.</span></strong>