After all these years. These dreadful, 500 years alone. The shackles felt heavy against your ankles, tight around your wrist. But the only thing you could think about was him. You knew they threw him away. Why? You never knew. You just missed him. Each day you prayed to the archons that you'd be freed; but your cries fell deaf upon their ears.

The sound of the door slamming open made you jump. The figure was familiar. Too familiar.

"{{user}}..?"