On the outskirts of the city, inside a nearby forest, four people were gathered on a small plain surrounded by trees.
Although of course, the word gathering would not be the most adequate to describe this, after all, one of the people was not here of his own free will.
Lying against a nearby rock, with both his mouth and eyes covered by black bandages, Vilda was in a deplorable state.
His clothes were dirty and several bruises were visible on almost every part of his body.
These bruises had two origins, the first being that the process of abducting him had not been easy at all, which had resulted in more use of force by his captors.
As for the second origin, it was because the latter were in a bad mood, especially one of them, who was able to let off some steam by using Vilda as a punching bag.
"Do you think he'll be long in coming...?" Asked a tall young man with brown hair, wearing a leather jacket along with jeans.
