Cold Vengeance (2)

Setkh could only feel sorry for himself.

No one was here care.

No one was here to pity the fact that after he left the Family, he was stricken with the most twisted shot of bad luck he could ever imagine.

A month after his lone traversal began, he found himself captured by a renown group of bandits who had been tipped about him wandering with half-assed purpose by someone he had done business with earlier, hoping to build something.

His red hair did not do him any favours. He was easily recognised as someone from rich blood, especially in the region close to his Family's lands.

And so, he had been detained for a long time in a cave and treated like a dog.

He didn't know why he was simply kept there, with barely any food or drink, but he remembered the experience.

Oh, he remembered it vividly.

The immobile time.

The maddening silence.