I woke up the next day with my body arms and legs in shackles. I was tied to a post, somewhere I believe to be in the slums.
The room was dark and I could barely see anything. It was dusty and unmaintained, there was no furniture or any fixtures inside. Just a plain empty room and the pole where I was tied.
As I regained my strength, I struggled to set free of my bondage. I tried everything but it felt like the shackles were too strong for me to break.
I never had a problem like I encountered before. I could easily break free from bondage or any kind of steel, any man puts on my limbs to restrain me. However, this was different.
I concentrated on activating the system, however, I experienced a headache on my third attempt. Beads of sweat form on my forehead and drop to the ground.
