Inster's eyes flew open, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. He had just dreamt of being turned into the so-called 'Bandage' by the evil Charles, of being utterly killed.
Listening to the sound of the waves outside his cabin, he slowly came to his senses. He had only been dreaming. He was still on the ship.
The room was very peculiar, its walls covered in thick yellow padding. It looked custom-made.
Although Inster didn't know where they were taking him, he was certain that no matter the destination, the goal was to kill him in order to resurrect Bandage.
No! I can't just wait here to die. I'm not some damn Bandage! I have to break out and get back to my Cold Winter Island!
CLANG! The food slot on the cell door swung open, and a steaming breakfast was slid inside. "Lord West, please have your meal."
