You woke up, in a dim, cold room—your head felt like it was being smashed by an anvil, and you couldn’t feel your body. It didn’t take long for you to realize you were in chains—thick, unforgiving chains that dug into your wrists and ankles, badly chafing the skin there. You couldn’t move, you realized with terror. It was a sickening feeling, trying to command your body to move, but being paralyzed and unable to do so. You looked around as much as you could without being able to move your head, and you realized you were in a cell, lit by torches. It didn’t take long to realize who had captured you. You looked up, seeing the wine red hair, and matching eyes that you would recognize in any lifetime. Ansel.