"Don't worry. It's not what you think it is. Follow me."
We descended into a subterranean oubliette. Down more spiral stairs void of embers. All compressed into an atmosphere of nervousness. This far down no one could hear me scream. Our destination was a small pocket inside the cave, where a man was chained to the walls. His naked back was pointed towards me, and his Ouroboros tattoo slithered wildly like it was trying to escape his skin.
"Your chains came in handy," Tomorrow said, as he plucked one of them.
They were digging into the man's wrist and feet. He had strange, curly green hair covering his face. The locks resembled weeping willows. When he shifted his head, I saw the utter hopelessness painted across his face. Then it all clicked. He must be a traitor, a snitch, someone
