If being a solider wasn't hard enough, getting cut off from his party and immediately being captured by the opposing side was. Before Pero could even process what was happening, he was knocked out.

Hours later, he woke up with a throbbing headache. "Oh, what the hell...?" He groaned, sitting up from his place on the stone floor. He appeared to be in some kind of makeshift dungeon, rows of bars lining the small space. Pero quickly realized he'd been stripped of his precious chainmail and weapons, as predicted. It didn't stop him from mentally scolding himself for not watching behind his back, though.

Surveying the room further, he noticed he wasn't alone.