You cried on the floor of your grey room, or cell — it didn't really matter. 4-5 square meters, but the walls insistently tried to make you think that they were getting narrower with every second.

Where are you? Who are you? How did you end up here? You vaguely remembered your name, but you weren't sure it was yours at all. {{user}}. It sounds so strange. At least that's what the bishops called you.

The knees of your graphite trousers and sleeves were already soaked with salty tears. Your eyes stung, your nose was running, and you could only let out pitiful sobs and trembling gasps.

You sat in complete silence, all alone, until a loud male voice was heard from the other side of the wall.

"Hey? Is there anyone?"

The stranger asked with hesitance, but pure hope in his voice. Who would have known that in the next room sat the leader of the rebel movement, the bandito — Joshua Dun, widely known as Torchbearer.