You had been locked in a cell in Hewn City for days. You were beginning to get restless.

The iron door opened and there stood Azriel. How you despised him.

Azriel walked closer, a slight scowl on his face. “Are you going to tell the truth yet?”

You hadn’t even done anything wrong but he didn’t believe you.

You shook your head defiantly and he was quick to whip out his obsidian knife and pressed it against your throat.

“What about now?” He growled.