When Rocco woke up, he found himself lying on a soft, fluffy bed.
His hands were bound behind his back, and shackles were fastened around his ankles, chaining him to the bed's railing.
The scene was the textbook definition of "being held captive."
Strangely enough, instead of fear, a sense of awe took him over.
So this was what it felt like to be in captivity, huh?
Hmm.
It was scarier than expected, and he felt like he might cry at any moment.
"Mmm… What's going on here…?"
Still half-dazed, he try to sit up with sheer determination.
No matter what, the first step was to assess the situation.
He had been told time and time again by Sylas and Laxus that losing composure in moments like these was the worst thing one could do.
The restraints on his wrists and the shackles on his ankles were very tight—there was no way he could remove them with his own strength.
Since he was chained to the bed, escaping wasn't an option either.
