Cevil found himself tied to a chair. He was blindfolded, darkness had filled his visions. It was silent in the room, there wasn't even a sound of breathing. Cevil tried fighting with the ropes that were attaching him to the chair, but it was too tough – it only made his hands pain. Cevil shook his head hard, hoping that the cloth would loosen and drop, but it didn't. He tried kicking his legs, but they were tied to the legs of the chair. There was a creaking sound that seemed to be made from a door. Cevil sat still with his head lowered, pretending to be asleep or still unconscious, but he couldn't relax. His body was tensed up, he already began to sweat although he didn't feel hot currently. Cevil heard the footsteps come nearer, and he closed his eyes and clenched his fists, only when he realized he shouldn't have done that, at least, an unconscious or asleep person wouldn't have done that. The cloth was untied and pulled away as soon as the sound of footsteps stopped.
Cevil continued pretending.
Someone slapped him and muttered something in German. Cevil opened his eyes the moment he was slapped. The light had blinded him for a second. The room was square, windowless, and the walls were glass - mirrors. A pale boy with miserable brown eyes was staring at him. The boy looked ill and sick, seeming to be in a bad condition. He realized it was himself. There were four men in the room, all dressed in black. They weren't wearing masks anymore, revealing their true faces. One of them had a handsome and good face, with broad shoulders and a muscular body. Cevil thought it would make a good model, The man standing on the left of Handsome – which Cevil decided to call him, had tied his hair behind, he looked like someone between German and French. The man on the right of Handsome had untidy hair, long and black, almost touching his shoulders. He was making a call. And lastly, there was a man standing behind the three of them, it was Konrád Ferando.
The untidy-haired lowered his hand and kept his phone in his pocket. He mumbled something to Ferando. Ferando nodded and dug a sort of controller out of his pocket. There was a beeping sound as he pressed a button on the controller. The mirrors suddenly stopped reflecting, and Cevil realized it turned into pure glass. He saw a room on the other side. The room had the same pure glass as the walls. A person was tied to a crucifix with two men that was pale looking like robots each stood on one side. The person seemed to be unconscious with his head bowed. He glared at Ferando, "What do you want?" he demanded, "What's the point of showing me this man with that burning... whatever thing it's called" Cevil was getting impatient. "Have you never got educated? Where are your manners?" Ferando barked.
Cevil scowled, "What do you want?" He wasn't able to keep the scorn out of his voice.
Ferando sighed, then nodded at the Handsome, as if requesting him to answer Cevil because he didn't want to. "Who's this man?" Handsome growled softly. Cevil turned his head around and examined the person. He couldn't make his face out – he could only see his bronze hair. The person, which Cevil confirmed that he was a man who aged around twenty-five, was wearing a waistcoat worn over a dress shirt and dress pants. Somehow Cevil thought that he recognized him. He knew that he had seen someone wear it before. Cevil stared at Ferando again, "Who's he?" he asked.
"Looks like no one knows this unknown man. Then who would pity him if he got injured?" Handsome said gleefully, "Verbrennen!" he ordered the men standing at the other room. One of them picked up the branding iron that was burning whilst the other was began to unbutton the waistcoat of the man. Cevil was surprised that they were able to hear the commands even when there was a meter thick glass separating them. But before they had burnt the man, Ferando snapped something in German. Instantly, they stopped unbuttoning the waistcoat and returned the branding iron carefully to its original place. Cevil looked closer at the man, he still couldn't recognize it, although the man seemed to get even familiar.
For a moment, it seemed like time had paused for a while. No one spoke or moved, including Cevil himself. Finally, Ferando stepped forward.
"Raus hier." he commanded.
At once but reluctantly, the two men in the other room left.
"Do you really have no clue on who he is?" Ferando asked, once again.
Cevil found his eyes fixed on the man. He was guessing the identity of the man. It reminded him of when he was a child, playing guessing games with Kent and Marco...
A minute had passed, or maybe a few, but Cevil had no idea. There wasn't a watch or clock. He still couldn't figure the man out. The man suddenly made a single movement, seeming that he had awakened. He seemed to sort of shake his head, then lifted his head to examine the environment. Just then, Cevil heard Ferando muttering something behind him, which accidentally diverted his attention. Before he noticed the man's look, he had already twisted his head around to check on Ferando. Calmly and quietly, Ferando nodded, his finger pressed against a crimson red earpiece speaker in his ear.
Cevil turned around again and saw the man.
His jaw dropped as he stared at the man disbelievingly. He tried to rub his eyes when he realized he wasn't able – his hands were tied behind his back. Alarmed and shocked, he shook his head and blinked violently.
"Cevil."