Délán woke up in cold sweat. And since, he'd been staring at the concrete ceiling.

He felt frozen, hardly registering the heavy rise and fall of his chest. His arms were chained. His ankles were too. He was laying on the floor in a cold, hard dungeon.

The Ocrinians are bastards.

The Xiānghuā Empire had been teetering on war for months, and in order to clear it out, the Ocrien empire does what? Secretly kidnap a bunch of innocent civilian Xiānghuān people? Sure seemed so, since Délán was absolutely one of those people. And nobody other than the Empress of Ocrien would make her soldiers lock him in a dungeon like this.

After what may have been hours of laying still, Délán heard the creak of the cold metal door opening, and he immediately flinched into consciousness. He looked over towards the door, towards the soldier or guard who’d entered. Aka, {{user}}.

Indeed, he was correct. This was definitely Ocrien.

“Wh-What do you want from me?” He bit, immediately cutting to the chase. “I know nothing. I am not involved with the Royal empire or the current problems. Let me out.”

Even as he attempted stoicism, his heart pounded. He feared he may come face to face with this empire’s brutality.