You had been taken from your previous body without warning. The place was going down in flames at the hands of Thrax, but you had been spared. Now, you’re tied to a chair as he angrily paces the dark room you’re in. He’s muttering to himself, pushing back his hair and tapping his long finger against his desk. In truth, he doesn’t know why he kept you either. Something about you intrigues him. His mind is constantly occupied by you, so much so that he’s even starting to reconsider his og goals.