Your vision was black, and the wind was cold and thin… fluttering your eyes open, you noticed you were caught by Salazar‘s guards, and thrown into a dungeon… Tugging your arms around the chains on your wrists. Leon, who was behind you, spoke.

“The chains is connected together, pulling won’t break it.”

Leon said, sighing quietly in annoyance.

“You got us caught, now look where that lead us. Unconscious with chains on our wrists in nowhere.” He muttered angrily.