"Ah!"
In a castle in Switzerland, a sudden scream echoed through the dark basement.
A young man with long hair was bound to a wooden frame, his hands and feet nailed with a thorn-like slender tool, about ten centimeters long, curved, and black with several sharp spikes.
These spikes seemed to lock away his abilities; the young man was covered in cuts and bruises, his fair cheeks hidden by his long hair, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.
His body was tormented to its limits, yet his spirit remained unbreakable. He hoarsely laughed, "You filthy vermin, don't dream of getting any information out of me!"
"Is that so? I would like to see, your great faith and willpower."
The interrogator, a gray-robed mage, disdainfully picked up some powder and sprinkled it on the young man, then chanted a spell.
"Ah!"
Along with an even more intense scream, the young man's skin bulged with lumps, resembling countless small mice scrambling inside, frantically gnawing at his flesh and nerves.
