"Let me go, you bastard!" The woman screamed, her face smeared with mud, and her eyes brimming with exhaustion and madness. The male guard observed her with a faint twitch in his eye, realizing the immense effort she was putting into the play and feeling sorry for her.
As she yanked at the chains, she inflicted harm on herself, leaving red marks around her neck and hands. He hesitated, a surge of sympathy welling up inside him. However, he didn't dare utter a word. Suddenly, his eyes widened as a distant voice echoed.
"Who is she, and why is she tied up?" Lucius chose to step forward at that moment, opting to interrogate the guard instead of killing him to uncover the situation.
"Who are you?!" Ethan jumped back, drawing his sword and staring at Lucius with a surprised expression. If someone noticed, they would feel his eye twitch at a sense of déjà vu.
