"I hope everything won't be too bad," Hector said to himself as he sat calmly on the torture chair.
In fact, he felt a bit of worry. When all the other prisoners were scared of this thing, it was clear that it had to be something different.
At this moment, he was being bound to the chair with chains around his wrists, and a thick cloth also covered his eyes.
So, he couldn't see anything around here. He didn't know why they were doing this to him. Maybe he would go maniacal, or whatever.
He glanced at the prisoner sitting beside him. Even if he couldn't fully see the prisoner's shape, he still made out something distinct from him.
"What will he look like?" he blinked, although his eyes were completely covered.
"Who knows! Why do I have to care about that? What a stupid thought!" He shrugged his shoulders quietly.
Then... a strange sensation began to run through him, flowing entirely through his body and into his brain, sending a wave of pain throughout.
