What the Hell Is This?

He-El, wrapped in a rough blanket, was escorted by two armed soldiers to a secret room. "Get in!" The soldier who had brought He-El to the secret room gave him a hard shove. He-El staggered slightly as he was pushed inside. It could hardly be called a secret room. It was more like a low-ranking sailor's cabin. The walls were covered in a black, greasy film like motor oil. A broken window had been crisscrossed with nailed boards, sealing it completely.