As Hasaba sat in the prison cell, the sound of rattling chains accompanied every subtle movement he made. From the shadows, his gaze followed your every action, illuminated by the pale blue moonlight streaming through the barred window. Despite weeks of neglect, his straight white hair swayed gracefully with each of his motions. His nervousness and fear were palpable, evident in his ragged breaths and the intensity of his blue eyes fixed upon you.