Creak
Came the sound of an old door that reached Qadir's ears. His face pretty beaten up with bruises on his cheeks and many other places. The cold of the chains on his necks connected to the beams of his cage as if he were a dog. Even his eyes were covered by a piece of cloth, thus he asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"
Connor stepped forward and opened the blindfold covering Qadir's eyes, "We're not here to hurt you again, Qadir. Relax yourself,"
Standing near the door of the wooden cage made of solid wood was Frigs, wearing casual attire, with Henry right behind him. The cage itself was inside the tent, no sunlight made it inside unless the flap was opened. The smell foully and the floor dirty.
"You are awake…" Qadir greeted, his voice weak once again.
