Darkness.
That was the first thing that visited Neirin the moment she woke up. She tried to move her hands, wanting to change her position, only to realize that she was tied to a chair with chains and the only thing visible from her was a candlelight in a far distance.
Figures.
Neirin can see figures not that far from her as their silhouette was enhanced by the flicker of light from the candle.
One. Two. Three.
There were three of them standing right in front of her.
What are they doing? Why are they here? Where was she right now?
Neirin opened her mouth only to realize how sore her throat and mouth were dry. Her whole muscles, bones, and body was aching, and she couldn't even lift a finger.
Neirin felt groggy as if she had bashed her head on the wall until it bled. As far as she could remember, there was an assassin! She was fighting for her life, but what now? Where is she?
