Drip, drip.
The water leaked from the wooden ceiling and splashed on the dirty floor below, right beside a chair, where a person was tied up.
Henry, his mouth clogged, struggled against the ropes that were binding his wrists and ankles.
Shura dragged a chair behind her and took a seat in front and only received a hateful glare from Henry.
"Brighten up that darned lantern, will you?" Shura turned her head to an axe-wielding man standing in the corner.
He took out a box of matchsticks, went to the lantern by one of the pillars holding up the ceiling, and proceeded to light it up.
A better, brighter light filled the room.
"Henry, Henry, Henry~" Shura shook her head and touched at the dirty rag that was covering Henry's mouth. "Before I remove this, please keep your words pure and honest."
Henry scoffed and his gaze hardened, but he knew he had no choice but to comply, so he nodded.
Shura removed the dirty rag.
