Clang, clang—
The iron chains clashed together, and a shadowy figure lay trembling at Mike's feet, speaking again.
"You were sent by Lord Morpheus, weren't you!?"
Mike crouched down, helping the figure up, and curiously asked, "You know my big brother?"
"Lord Morpheus is your big brother... That's wonderful... just wonderful..."
The shadow lifted its head, and Mike finally saw the person's face clearly.
It was the face of a middle-aged man, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes, bloodshot and looking quite unwell.
He spoke again, his voice filled with pleading, "Do you have a way to get us out of here?"
"Before I came, ahem, my big brother didn't give me many details, just told me to come here."
Mike coughed lightly, hoping the man would explain more clearly.
Morpheus... Mike had never even met him.
Privately calling Morpheus his big brother, he probably wouldn't mind, right?
