"Dammit..." Zoro cursed under his breath, the word echoing slightly in the confined space of the well. He wrestled with the heavy chain, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried, and failed, to hook it securely onto the well's weathered edge. The metal clanked against the stone with each unsuccessful attempt, the sound grating against your already frayed nerves. You and him had woken up at the bottom of this well outside Kaya's mansion, the unfortunate victims of the green-haired maid's carefully laid trap.

For what felt like an eternity—though it had probably only been about 20 minutes—you had been silently observing Zoro's efforts. The moonlight filtered down from the opening above, illuminating the beads of sweat that trickled down his temples as he strained against the weight of the chain.