Seth hung from chains of black steel, his once vibrant red hair now dull and matted to his forehead with sweat and blood. His skin was pale, marked with bruises and cuts. A single black horn protruded from his forehead, adding to his grim appearance. His eyes, hollow and empty, stared at the ground, as if seeking refuge from the pain that ravaged his body.
The door creaked open. A massive ogre, scarred and etched with dark runes, entered. He grabbed Seth by the jaw, forcing his face to tilt upward. "Wake up, fugitive. It's time to talk," the ogre growled, a cruel smile curling on his lips.
Seth lifted his gaze with deep disgust and spat slowly in the ogre's face, his contempt as sharp as the chains that bound him.
A cold silence fell. The ogre, momentarily stunned, slapped Seth violently. The impact caused Seth to swing, his chains clinking harshly against the walls.
