A man was sitting on a cheap alloy chair in the middle of an empty room. There was a runic circle surrounding the chair, as well as enchanted shackles binding his wrists together. The circle was preventing him from summoning his Memories, while the shackles were draining his essence, making it difficult to unleash his Aspect.
Needless to say, his expression was grim, and his eyes were full of tension.
The room was largely dark, with only half of it flooded by the light of luminous Memories. In front of the runic circle, another chair stood — that one was still empty, hinting that whoever had kidnapped him was not planning to get rid of the prisoner just yet, at least.
He shifted uncomfortably, then looked at the heavy metal door.
"Is… is anybody there? I am not sure if you're listening, but you should know that I am a soldier of the Eastern Flame Legion. My disappearance won't go unnoticed."
His warning was met with silence.
