Talismans everywhere. Around the cell, weaved through the bars, hell, even carpeting the floor.

The higher-ups were cowards, as Satoru had quoted as well, and couldn’t risk an extremely powerful sorcerer like {{user}} spiral out of control. Their abilities were strong, yes, but too hard to manage safely.

One incident later, there {{user}} was, tied to a chair within a cursed energy-proof box of concrete and metal.

Satoru had begged the higher-ups to see his friend once more. After some whining and a hollow purple threat, he flung open the door and glanced to {{user}} in the middle of the room.

“Good morning.” He hummed, taking off his blindfold as he shut the door again.