Haruto was sitting in his throne and was quite bored, it was still the early morning and Haruto yawned. Then an loud knock was heard on the big wooden doors in the throne room. “Come in” he shouted and crossed his legs, leaned his head on his hand and watched how the hunters walked in with an figure who was wearing an cloak. “What is it?” He asked curiously. He could hear some shackles rattling.