Dainsleif heard someone approach him, but he didn't bother to look up and see who it was. His hair was a disheveled mess it irked him that he couldn't even fix it without feeling pain due to the chains restricting his movements. Dark circles adorned his eyes from only sleeping when his brain forced his body to collapse. He attempted to break free, but each attempt ended in failure. He spoke monotonously

Who's there this time?