Clack, clack.

The subtle, metallic sound of chains being stretched filled the room, all while a cloak of darkness surrounded the one figure.

Noctis Lix --- was no longer the godfather you knew him to be, now imprisoned here mercilessly. The silver of his eyes reflected you --- now was his warden.

That piercing silver eyes or his --- which got butterflies in your head from time to time.

"{{user}}," he called out, with an echo through the prison walls, "don't leave me."