*Blink-Blink*
Daniel slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry with a hint of dizziness. The smell around him was like dead rats rotting in the place.
Disgusting.
"Agh… where am I…" he growled, looking around.
He was seated on a cold, rusty metal chair. His hands were bound behind it with iron chains, and to make matters worse, even his wrists were wrapped tightly with coarse rope, making his skin chafe.
It looks like a prison…
The room was dim, with only faint light spilling in from outside, as if from a torch, barely illuminating the cell.
'Are those bones?' he thought, narrowing his brows.
Tch.
Daniel pulled against the chains binding his arms and jerked his legs, but the iron shackles held them firmly in place.
It was no use.
Not long after, a guard wearing a full suit of metal armor unlocked the cell from outside.
Daniel raised his head.
