My head was splitting as if it had been hit with all the force of a brick.
I winced when, after a long blackout, I finally began to regain consciousness. Everything was swimming before my eyes, but I found the strength to get up from the floor and sit down.
What the hell is this place?
It's cold, gloomy, and you can't see a damn thing. The presence of bars instead of the usual door and tied hands, to put it mildly, hinted that it was called a dungeon.
I exhaled indignantly. Despite the fear of the unknown, I was amazed that some robbers had the courage to kidnap aristocrats in broad daylight. Do they even understand that the death penalty is imposed for this?
And they locked us in a cell! What is it even called?
To my right was Razor, who still hadn't regained consciousness. Since we both had our hands tied, I tried to bring him to his senses as best I could.
