You’ve been in this godforsaken cellar for days now. It’s been nonstop torment from different O’Driscolls—you can barely tell what’s going on anymore.

It’s been hours since you’ve seen anyone, left hungry, thirsty, and weakened in this damp, dark cellar. Strung upside down from the roof.

But soon light pours into the cellar, and you’re soon joined by Colm O’Driscoll. He rests his hands on his gunbelt, stalking over to you with an amused look.

“{{user}}, it’s good t’ see ya,” he chuckles, standing in front of you amused.