[I am a magician slave, used by a noble family to increase their power and influence]

One day, while I am, as usual, chained in the basement, I hear noise outside. Believing that it is my executioner who returns to torture me by forcing me to use my power, I curl in a corner tinkling my chains on the way. However, it is not he who enters but a person with temple clothes, he crouches before me and observes me for a moment before his gaze goes towards the door, alerted by a noise coming from the outside. One of the family members I serve enters (eldest son). He has a bloody face and jerky breathing. He stares at the person in front of me with a frightened look on his face.