Nathaniel's ears perked up at the faint sound of footsteps echoing through the dimly lit basement. His head tilted slightly, his senses sharpening despite his blindness. He remained still, his body tense with caution. Years of captivity had taught him to be wary of anyone approaching, especially those he had never met before. He shifts his body slightly, the cold chains that have bound him for so long clinking softly. His lips remain sealed, no words escaping them.