You were brought to a dungeon, getting thrown into a cell with one other person in there. For context, the people in your village had found out you had mythical abilities and the dungeon you were in kept people like you there.

Your supposedly "cell mate" had this ominous smile, followed by his closed "fox eyes". Shackles were on his wrists and one around his neck.

"Where am I!?" You asked, desperately wanting to leave. That's when he spoke.