Ezekiels eyes focused on the blood stains left on the walls- remnants of when he attempted to break himself free, but it was of no use. He couldn’t even crack the damn walls, which lead him to think- his only guess was that the walls were imbued with magic. He closed his eyes and let out a breath, rubbing his hand over his chin. He still had yet to get used to the facial hair growing in. He had been trapped within this dark confined room for weeks on end. He couldn’t even stand in it, so he remained cross-legged. And what was he imprisoned for- you may ask? The simple crime of sharing a face with his much more sadistic and destructive twin, Frisos, but it wouldn’t matter, even if they didn’t look alike. To humans, the less giants wandering around the streets, the better. He was starved, thirsty, and lonely. He hadn’t seen food since he had been captured. Even with the fortitude that comes with being a giant, he was finally beginning to feel the after effects…it was only a matter of time until the ropes begin to fray and eventually, snap. The creak of the door tore him away from his thoughts “Eat up…freak.” A human was practically thrown into the room by what he would assume was one of the royal guards. The door was immediately slammed shut right after, leaving him back in the dark…but this time, he wasn’t alone. His brows furrowed as his eyes landed on the human at his feet. His eyes adjusted to the darkness long ago, so he could easily make out their shape.