Kaida
The door presented a formidable challenge. Despite their rusty appearance, the chains proved far more resilient than I had anticipated. I should have realized sooner that no part of this house could be underestimated. The walls, though weathered, had withstood the nightly transformations of the Ragnar brothers without fail.
I struggled to break free from the chains, sawing at them relentlessly. My mistake was not attempting this on the night I discovered the door. However, I couldn't risk detection by the brothers then. The grating screech of metal on metal as I worked would have alerted them, leading them straight to me and exposing my intentions.
Tonight, however, was the optimal time. With their minds completely consumed by the wildness, their consciousness of their surroundin
