Chapter Fourty: Mournful War I

Acheron's point of view

The water leaking from the ceiling that fell on my face had kissed me awake, drenched. I twitched in pain when I tried to move my body, and when I recovered from the sudden lash of pain, I slowly opened my eyes and afterwards there was obscurity, murkiness all there was. I've never been to a dark place as this. I wanted to move my hands but I couldnʼt even lift a finger for there was something hindering my hands from moving. Persistent, I once again tried moving my hand and this time, I succeeded even if it was just an inch. The clunking sounds of metals hitting against the marble floor resonated through the wall as I continue to move my hand and thatʼs when I realized I was chained. Both of my hands were covered with metal, not showing any of my fingers. I managed to lift my hand up to mid air but it dropped to the ground for it was heavy, and I was too weak.

What the hell happened? And where am i?