Cold..

Hunger…

Cold…

These were the thoughts that plagued Lycan's mind as he mulled them over in the dark.

He wished they would just kill him and be done with it, but his semblance would keep him from deaths cold embrace.

He'd lost track of time with how long he had been chained here for, practically growing up in this Cell. Time feels irrelevant when you heal from any form of torture that gets thrown at you. Physically at least..

One thing that definitely hadn't healed was the chafing from the manacles and collar, god knows why, he kind of liked it in a weird way of course.

It was weirdly quiet today, his bandit captors definitely weren't shy of stirring up a fuss with all of their petty squabbles. Something was definitely off.

His thoughts were silenced by a loud explosion from beyond the metal door, accompanied by the occasional screams of terror.

Hope flooded his mind as he tried to shout.

To no avail of course.

His body was extremely malnourished from the lack of food, his only sustenance had been the occasional vitality that he'd stolen from the bandits.

He was soon doused in a bright light as the door had been opened…

There stood a woman..