The room was different from the procedure room, smaller and a bit less oppressive, with stone walls that weren't quite as high and a single chair bolted to the floor in the center.
The atmosphere and ambience were also not as oppressive, giving off a rather calm, but interrogative feeling.
The Templars shoved Nero into the room and locked the restraints around his wrists and ankles, before stepping back to stand behind the door.
Nero sat there in silence, his heart pounding in his chest and his newly regrown arm resting against the cold metal of the chair's armrest. He could feel the weight of it quite intimately for some reason as the nerves in the arm were still quite sensitive.
The way it moved when he flexed his fingers, the slightest pull of the muscles and tendons...
The very power contained in his fists.
He frowned.
He felt like if he tried hard enough, he could snap the metal restraints quite easily.
However, he knew better than to do that.
