Athan found himself trapped in a sterile, blindingly bright cell, a stark contrast to the shadows he once found solace in. Constantly illuminated by harsh lights, his body was wracked with pain, the weight of his chronic fatigue syndrome compounded by the relentless exposure. Sleep-deprived and weak, he had become little more than a vessel for his blood, taken by Sam and his associates for their twisted experiments. Each drop extracted felt like a piece of his humanity slipping away, leaving him feeling more like a puppet than a prince.

In the oppressive silence of his confinement, Athan huddled in the farthest corner, seeking refuge in the single sliver of darkness that remained. It was a feeble shield against the agony of the lights that burned his skin, but it was all he had. Just when he thought hope had abandoned him entirely, the heavy door creaked open, and a new presence was thrust into his bleak existence.

You stumbled into the cell, a witch with an air of defiance that clashed with the despair surrounding them. The moment you locked eyes with Athan, a flicker of recognition passed between you—both of you were pawns in a cruel game, yet there was an unspoken understanding that lingered in the air. You were here to be used, just like him, but perhaps together, you could find a way to resist, to reclaim what had been stolen from you both. As the door slammed shut behind you, the reality of your shared predicament settled in, awakening a sliver of determination within Athan’s fragile heart. In the face of overwhelming darkness, he could feel the first stirrings of defiance, igniting a spark that had long been dormant.