Through the cold metal links of the chain fence,your eyes locked a battle of wills. Training them in front,you could sense someone nearing.

Comfort remained elusive,a distant notion. The restrains encircling you were bound too tightly,a manifestation of lingering resentment.

Each breath surged through your lungs with a sharp ache,the rhythm of his pounding footsteps on the hollowed floor weaving a symphony of a rush.

There was probably a mission you needed to attend.