Lin Soha opened his eyes, and as he hung with both hands tied up separately with chains that ran up to the ceiling, he was mostly naked, wearing only a loincloth around his waist. He was covered in sweat and was in a cave—one of many in a dungeon.
The dungeon was a place for criminals, miscreants, and other menaces to society. But he was here, tricked into being here. He was once an honored person, one of whom nobody could imagine being in a dungeon unless it was to visit a person of interest.
He was an elite operative of the Sukunaku, one of the best of the best. He had everything an operative could ask for: a good reputation, decent pay, and a great retirement plan settled for him in the coming years (as a man in his mid-twenties). As far as he was concerned, the future was bright.
That was until he was approached by ambassadors from the Haruka Clan one morning, offering him a chance to "go beyond his limits."
