Clank.

The air was thick with a damp, musty odor mixed with the metallic tang unique to iron.

There was a small window, but not a single sliver of light filtered through. Only a tiny lamp on the wall cast a faint glow around the area.

Something about this felt familiar. The familiarity made me chuckle quietly in helplessness.

Crack.

I lifted my hand, trying to move, only to feel something obstructing me. Cuffs were tightly binding my wrists.

"…"

I frowned at them. As if mere handcuffs could actually hold me back. Examining them closely, I began to get …