Chains... Pain all over his body, but it does not hurt anymore... Ah, it seems it is over.
The man on the bed opened his eyes, his jet-black orbs glanced around. As usual, he was alone... He inhaled deeply, and a fiery red fireball emerged in both of his palms, the fireball danced around his wrist, and in the next second, the shackles came off, they fell on the bed with a clanging sound.
The fireball flew and circled his feet, the chains binding his legs to the bed also came off. He sat up immediately and rubbed his forehead, how many days did it go on for this time? He pinched the space between his brows and hissed in frustration. For some reason, he felt as though something was weird, he felt a familiar fragrance linger in the room but because he just woke up from a deep slumber, he couldn't tell who had been in the room.
