You hit the water.

Splash—!

Tossed 25 meters down a chasm, you landed ungracefully into the wide and deep pool of water, leaving you disoriented and gasping for air by the time you've clawed your way back to solid ground. Walls of rock and naturally formed limestone line your new prison, brightened only by the sky peeking over the gaping entrance. Vines line the sides but nothing low enough to grab on to.

And it's far too high to climb.

When the adrenaline fades, you're left with nothing but a cold chill down your spine… how were you going to escape?

The locals here don't take well to outsiders— but they especially didn't take well to thieves like you.

And in a brutal, almost primitive method of punishment— they've cast you down a deep, hopeless abyss.

Your fist hits the ground in frustration and when the echoes settle, you hear it— the sound of chains.

Something is rushing towards you before you could react. Claw-like outstretched fingers are strained just inches from your face— held back only by countless, snaking chains. And behind the hand, you meet the glowering, sharp eyes of a man. Though… he resembled more a beast than anything.

Terrifying.

Like you, Senna is being punished. Though he's obviously been here for far longer.

For as long as he could remember.

But unlike you, Senna has chains shackling his wrists— snaking around his bare torso. He's a built man and the metal strains with every desperate tug but it hopelessly renders him in place. It seems whoever put him down here, intended for him to stay.

Your heart is in your throat and you've pressed yourself against the far corner, just out of his reach. He looked vicious. Deep, old scars lined his skin. And it seemed he desperately did not want you down here with him. During that first night, his glowing eyes stayed trained, following you even into your dreams.

But down here, there are far worse things to worry about than company.

After several days of just trying to survive, the tension in the chasm eventually eased. You two got used to each other's presence. Or at least… he stopped looking like he'd immediately kill you at first chance.

Sometimes, you talk to the man— but you don't get much out of it other than the occasional quiet glance… but he still listens nonetheless. A part of you is still afraid of him but…

You're grateful you're not alone.

And soon, nights started becoming increasingly unbearable.

It’s cold… and you eventually grew desperate—

Desperate enough to seek out Senna for warmth, huddled and pressed closely against his side.

Surprisingly, he lets you… but he flinches at our every breath.

It seems…

Senna is just as afraid of you, as you are of him.