Within the cold confines of the prison, Chronos and Adam found themselves in an unexpected camaraderie.
A shared understanding formed in the depth of their conversation about Adam's enigmatic origins.
As the echoes of their conversation faded, a piece of folded parchment, incongruously sitting where Chronos had been previously resting, drew his attention.
"What's this?"
Chronos inquired, his eyes fixed on the seemingly innocent object.
"It was left behind by the girl who locked you in here,"
Adam responded, his voice as gravelly as ever, filled with suspicion.
"An Annunaki?"
Chronos queried, his fingers reaching out to pick up the folded paper.
Adam shook his head,
"I didn't recognize her, and her scent... it was unfamiliar."
Chronos' fingers gingerly unfolded the note, revealing the cryptic words scrawled within.
