Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170119194459

The mercenary sits up in bed rapidly and looks around. His eyes take a few moments to adjust to the dark as he looks around frantically.

"Wh...What's going on? What..."

He receives no reply. He can see that the bars of the cage are covered somehow, but he can't tell what. Cautiously he stands, his feet making sure they're on solid ground, and he slowly makes his way over to the mass of tines. He gets closer and sees that they're a tangled mass, but he can't tell what of.

He sticks his hand out slowly and touches them, only to jerk ot back, yelping in pain. His fingers bleed from a few cuts, made by blades he can't see. He tucks his bleeding hand into his armpit...

"His name was Yulo..."

The mercenary swivels around rapidly, his eyes searching the dark. "What? W-what are you talking about?  Who the hell are you?  What is this??"

The answer doesn't come right away. Instead, subdued laughter rings through the cell and hallways...