Adrian's head throbbed with pain as he came to consciousness, his vision blurred. His arms were bound behind his back, the coarse rope digging into his wrists. A chilling silence surrounded him, broken only by the faint hum of an air conditioner. Slowly, as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he realized he was in a sparsely furnished room—a warehouse or some kind of abandoned facility.
Before he could gather his thoughts, he heard the sound of footsteps. A familiar voice—a cruel, taunting tone—echoed through the room.
"Well, well, look who's finally awake," Lady Sachel said, her sharp heels clicking against the floor as she approached him. Her face, usually adorned with an elegant and composed expression, now bore a sinister grin. Beside her stood Wuner Hudel, his arms crossed, exuding an aura of cold disdain.
