Theo slowly opened his eyes.
The musky smell around him felt familiar, and the surrounding darkness was an intimate reminder of a time best left forgotten. As his eyes slowly got accustomed to the world around him, he realized the truth.
"I see." Theo whispered, feeling the weight of shackles restraining both his hands and legs.
He was in a cell… once again.
The small, tight space of his cell felt claustrophobic, and the dirty stench that wafted in the air disgusted him to no end, but his body didn't take very long to acclimate to the maladies of a prisoner.
Looking around him, Theo could already notice many similarities the place had with his residence at Sarvos.
'It almost feels like I'm back there…' He sighed. 'Looks like this is an underground dungeon as well.'
