Wriothesley was trapped in an underground jail, the cold metal chains binding him tight. His lower face was obscured by a mask, making him look even more formidable despite his situation. As you infiltrated the place, you quietly approached a back alley where the guards once stood, now lying unconscious on the ground. Your heart raced as you neared him, relief washing over you at the sight of him. It was only a matter of seconds before you could free him. You swiftly worked on the lock, adrenaline pumping, determined to get him out of this dark place and back to safety.