Matthias sighed. Yeah, he knew what he wanted to do. Larkin the Shrike had to die. And Matthias was hellbent on being the executioner. Unfortunately, he was still lost and confused in a smelly dungeon, surrounded by guards ordered to kill him on sight.
Sounds like a party.
He released another sigh and leaned up against the dungeon wall.
CREEEEEEEEEEEEAK.
Another section of the cold stone spun around, revealing a secret passage.
Matthias blinked, shrugged, and entered.

The room was surprisingly warmer than the rest of the dungeon. Dryer, too. The room was perfectly square, 6 by 6 feet, with a single piece of rope hanging down from the blackness above. It seemed to go on upward forever.
Matthias blinked. Huh. Peculiar, to say the least.
He reached for the rope, beginning to pull himself up and walk up the wall-
CRIKACRIKACRIKA...
He began to rise, the rope moving upward on its own and making noises much like that of a roller coaster. He let out a weird little yelp of surprise and clutched the rope tightly...
Tension was building, and his heart was thudding louder and louder as he rose higher and higher. He could neither see the ceiling or the floor anymore... just the walls and the rope in front of him, clicking higher and higher. He tried to regulate his breathing.
THE CEILING!
He'd reached the top of the ride. Surprisingly enough, a square of the ceiling disappeared and he continued rising. He found himself in another room, much warmer, well-lit (or as well lit as Darkworld gets), with huge windows and soft carpeting. Standing in front of him, looking as surprised as he felt, was a guard. Off to the left, on a big, overly-glamorous looking bed was a young, spindly boy. It looked as if he hadn't been fed in days.
Matthias kicked forward with both feet, nailing the guard in the face. He stumbled back a few steps, clutching his nose.
Matthias dropped down from the rope and got ready for another attack-
FWOOSH.
A shockstaff's tip was millimeters away from his face.
"Up against the wall, outlander."
In one fluid motion, Matthias smacked the staff out of the guard's hand with his right and slammed his left into the man's stomach. The guard froze for a moment, clutching his gut, as Matthias reeled back for another blow-
WHAP.
His head snapped back. The guard had managed to score a hard right jab to the face, throwing Matthias off balance. He continued his attack, faster than the cyborg could block.
The fists flew. Another good six shots were put in, knocking him back a few steps. He wound back and decked the guard square in the face with his metal hand, sending him sprawling, then kicked him into the open trapdoor and down the long shaft.
To be polite, he closed the door behind him.
The boy looked terrified. Matthias turned, studying him, eyebrow raised.
"Howdy. I'm Matthias. Who're you?"