*"l am unruly in the stands. l am a rock on top of the sand. I am a fist amidst the hands. And I break it just because I can." ➺ (Pirate au)

Felix sat in the corner of the room, he was tied up and left for questioning. The ropes were tied around his wrists and chest. He looked around for some sort of way to escape. A sharp object maybe? A loose knot? Anything really. He saw a blade on the table, perfect.