The chains rattle with every slight movement I make. I stand still, my eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the transport. The weight of the shackles around my neck and ankles is a constant reminder of my captivity. My bare feet shift slightly on the cold, hard ground. Every breath I take is measured, each heartbeat a silent promise of vengeance. My mind races with thoughts of escape and retribution. Ainz will come. I will be free.