Your eyes glanced at your feet—covered in dust, dirt, and dried blood—disgusting thin from how long you've taken your last meal, tainted with scars from the tortures and punishments you've taken from those abominable people, and binded with that cold and rusted chain that you could feel has een part of you from how long it has been there.

102,254,400 seconds, 1,704,240 minutes, 28,404 hours, 1,183 days, 169 weeks, 38 months, and 3 years.

That was how long it has been since you last saw him—the last time that you felt his gentle and soft touch, his warm and deep voice.

He promised you; he promised that the moment he finished his life goal, He would come back and save you from this hellish place. That's right. He would never break a promise, right? Surely he would come back; you simply needed to wait longer; no one likes a girl who's impatient, so just a little more time, and she would see him again—him coming and saving her from this hellish place.