Heavy and sticky eyelids, Dylan was awakened by a sharp pain in his forehead. The world was still blurry and spinning, but the clinking of the chains that held him, suspended in the air, eventually pulled him fully awake.
He opened his eyes wide and, despite the pain, scanned the room. It was a place without light, damp and filthy, yet still more welcoming than the first cave where he'd once woken up.
"Honestly, in this world, whether it's humans or beasts, they all seem to share this hobby of chaining their captives up naked," he said, seeming to ignore the man who had just dragged him out of his sleep.
The man didn't seem to understand Dylan's words, but his gaze remained cold, steeped in sadistic pleasure—like that of a specialist who truly enjoys his craft.
"Ah, shit…" Dylan groaned, trying to gather his thoughts through the broken shards of memory that remained from before he passed out.
