As we walked down and down into the basement we saw a canvas with lots of jars of paint. The jars had lots and lots of colours there were blues, reds, yellows and browns. The tour guide said that once there was a prisoner in here who was given a canvas and some jars of paint with some paint brushes and he painted a spectacular and moving picture of how he was treated in the jail cell. He painted his pictures with lots of emotion and gore. But he died just before he was going to get executed because he had a heart attack.