DICON POV
I gazed at the man in front of me with hatred.
He was chained on the wall of one of the rooms of the dungeon.
His hands were chained above his head and his legs were chained each one apart that he looked as if he were dead but I should've known better.
He had no shirt on his huge and bulky chest. Blood was dripping down his forehead to his chest and down the dirty floor of the dungeon.
He was wearing a pair of shorts that were filled with blood.
His head was leaning on his chest and he looked weak. His entire forehead was bruised and all I could see was blood. He deserved it for hurting my pack.
I couldn't be like them! I was not a monster so probably I was not myself to think that I could get answers of who I was from this huge man in front of me.
“Wake him up.” I tur
