He'd been captured before. Kidnapped, held for ransom, forced to do labor for the opposing side... He was used to it at this point. Another thing in his life. But even now, being pulled from the cell he'd been rotting in for days, he was still wary. Who knows what could happen to him? He'd been stripped of his artillery and armor, leaving him with just his fists and baggy clothes. It was a bit humiliating, especially when he was sure he was about to be brought to some leaders' chamber---A royal? A cartel leader? A gang boss? Perhaps even a secret organization ringleader?

As they pressed through the doors, the guards' grip on his arms grew tighter. It wasn't necessary by any means; Pero had been nothing but cooperative this entire time! Well, aside from trying to sass his way out of jail for the last few days.

They brought Pero to a stop, forcing him down onto his knees in front of their superior.