Interrogation

The next morning, Rewen woke up to the sound of knocks coming from his door. Rubbing his eyes, he walked to the door. As he slowly opened the door, two men came in, took his hands behind his back, tied his hands with a rope, restraining him thoroughly.

"What's going on?" Rewen asked, seemingly confused. He was quite familiar with these two men and chatted with them occasionally. They were guards stationed near the basement where the slaves stayed.

One of the guards behind him said in a low voice. "Sorry bud, but you have to be restrained. It'd be better if you don't make unnecessary moves."

"Alright. Can you at least tell me what happened?" Rewen asked, even while knowing what's going on.

"Start walking." A guard said, pushing him to walk.

Rewen complied.

"So? What's going on?"

"Young Lord has been killed."