The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the small room. The glimmering moonlight filtered through the window, casting an ethereal glow upon the scene.
Shinon stood at the centre, his gaze fixed on the bound and unconscious figure of the Bandit before him.
They were not in the Bandit's camp anymore, but at a location, Shinon had secured to interrogate the man in charge. The room lacked any comfort, its cold stone walls adding to the sense of confinement and interrogation.
The Bandit groaned, his eyes fluttering open as consciousness slowly returned to him. His head throbbed with pain, and as his vision cleared, he found himself tied to a chair, his wrists secured tightly using restraints carved out of the darkness.
Panic surged through his veins as he tried to move, only to realise the extent of his captivity.
