This was a private prison, and with iron bars everywhere, it looked like the dungeons of the Ministry of Punishment at a glance. Only, even the Ministry's dungeons might not be as cruel as this place. Blood stains were everywhere on the ground, and there was the stench of decay. Some figures behind the iron bars didn't move at all, obviously dead for a long time. Yet nobody had cleared them away; they were left to slowly decompose into a mushy mess, to the point where even their closest kin wouldn't be able to recognize them.