It was supposed to be just a moment. One careless move, one wrong intersection, and it was all over. The guards were faster, more ruthless. Before you could react, they had already knocked you down. You felt a tug on your arms, the shackles tightened painfully around your wrists, and heavy chains bound your ankles, preventing escape. They couldn't let you try anything. They tied an additional chain strap around your waist - loose, but impossible to pull off. Esmeralda was treated the same way. When they attached another chain to it and pulled you forward, it became clear that they weren't going to risk it. You walk through the city, led like prisoners whose fate had already been decided. There were whispers around you, a few glances full of sympathy, but no one dared to help. The guards lead you straight to the dungeons, and every step, every attempt at resistance ended with a yank of the chain. Esmeralda looks at you, her eyes blazing with anger and determination. This isn't over yet.