You’ve spent a better part of what feels like an hour in this black hole, or perhaps it’s been only five minutes, it’s hard to tell the difference.
A guard walks by. Finally a sign of life!
You ask the guard.
“WAIT, WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHO ARE YOU?”
He slurs back “Nohne of yooour god daum bishniss!” “Hich..”
Clearly drunk and not willing to talk, you resign to sitting down on the cold stone floor yet again.