An untimely… situation, Kaeya thought to himself. The ropes around his wrists rubbed against each other and his skin, it burns like hell, but not much can really be done about it in this cellar.

A door opens, and it sounds like a party upstairs? Who was coming down here? Was it the man that captured him coming to finish the job?

No.. it’s you? The manor owners child. What are you doing in the cellar? Do you even know he’s there? Kaeya debates saying anything as he watches you walk down the creaking steps.