Cecilia's eyes widened in the dim light as she took in her surroundings, chains tightly binding her to the cold, unforgiving wall. Panic clawed at her chest, and her confused gaze darted around the dark place. The distant sound of dripping water echoed in the oppressive silence.
Turning her head, Cecilia's heart skipped a beat when she saw a young man with dark hair standing there, his eyes colder than the chains that bound her. His demeanor sent shivers down her spine, a feeling that reminded her of the twisted smile she saw before she lost consciousness.
"Who are you!? What do you want from me?" Cecilia's voice trembled, a mix of fear and confusion etched on her face.
"You can call me Rin," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion, as he produced a sharp dagger. The glint of steel caught the faint light, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "And I need some information from you."
