Gamble!

Two man cloaked in robes rushed into the room. The one in front angryly pushed a table and some chairs away before tossing his robe away.

"That bitch! How can she have so much power? There must be a problem with her restraints? We have to check!" The man who removed his robe looked to be around thirty, half of his face was covered in a thin layer of ice.

"That's imposible! It's against the rules for us to even touch these prisoners, if word gets out that old man and crazy woman will kill us for touching his things or worse experiment on us." The second man had a fearful expression when mentioning that last part.

"Also how do you expect we get a new set of restraints?" The second man also looked to be in his thirties, he removed his robe and sat in front of the other man.

Both the men had a few simular characteristics as if they were related.

Roland who was still in his restraints and rags had jumped into an open locker as fast as possible, luckily he wasn't caught. 

The men talked and Roland listen to their conversation. He heard a few intresting things and was able to confimed a few speculations from their conversation. 

After an hour or so the two man changed into new sets of uniform and left the room angrily.

'That was a close call!' Roland came out of the locker, he was trembling a bit and it took him a while to calm down.

He surveyed the room a bit. The room was the size of a one-bedroom apartment or a small house.

Roland found someything odd, the technology in this world seemed both backwards yet somewhat comparable to his mordan times.

Stuff like the table, locker or the floor looked to be crude or constructed in a rudimentary or makeshift way, yet there were things like the gym looking lockers or the doors, which had some details.

Roland looked for things he might find usefull. From the locker, he took a guards robe and he took a spoon and a knife from one of the cupboard. 

Roland was tall for his age, if not for his face people would think he was older. But the cloak was still a bit oversized to the current Roland, so he used the knife and trimmed it a bit. 'Hopefully there are short guards here and no one is suspicious.' 

'Should I continue or go back....' Roland looked at the door and the tunnel, he stood there for a while. 

'No, I don't know when I might get killed or if I'll ever get a chance like this again, it has to be now.' He clutched his fists and walked towards the door.

On the wall by the door was what looked like a floor map, so Roland quickly memorized it, and went out the door.

Roland appeared at the end of a dark and narrow hallway, there were fire torches on the walls. The touches were some distance apart, so the hallway looked a bit unsettling and creepy, and there was no other landmarks or decorations.

Roland didn't see any gaurds so he slowly crept forward. He turned the corner and saw multiple cell doors on each side of the walls and suprisingly there was no one in sight. 

Roland cautiously walked forward and arrived in front of the first cell door.

Although Roland's new body was small and he was short, if he just stood on his toes, he could peek through one of the doors via the small hatch with bars. 

Inside the cell, he saw an old man with long grey hair chained up, the old man had the build of a weightlifter. Easily looking like a small mountain.

When Roland looked at the old man, the old man also looked at him. Meeting his gaze, Roland quickly moved and shut the small hatch door. 

'That old man looked ready to kill, I felt threatened there for a sec.' Roland thought as he hyperventilated. After a breather, Roland continued to move forward. 

The floor map Roland had memorized, didn't say much, he knew where the entrance and exit to this floor was and how many cells there were but that was all it said, nothing more and nothing less. 

From the conversation earlier he knew that this wasn't the only floor with 'captives' and certain people were kept in certain floors. There was even people who were dubbed as 'dangerous and evil'.

Roland knew he didn' want to meet those people.

He kept moving, he was walking towards the exit, he saw on the map. The floor was like a labrith of sorts with paths going in different direction and Roland kept memorizing the path he took.

He would occationally see patroling gaurds in the distance, luckily they wouldn't see him so he would turn and take a different route.

This was a double edged sword, he could see guards from far away but this also meant guards could suddenly appeared behind him. So he kept moving.

Roland quickly took the fastest rout and appeared at the exit but there were two guards standing by that door, holding spear.

'Damn! This sucks! What now?' Roland felt dejected.

'I guess a way out would do. Should I find a place and dig in a different diraction?' Roland was lost in his thoughts as he made his way back to the staff room. He would occasionally open the small hatches and looking at the people out of curiosity.

Unlike the other captive that looked depressed, the captives here looked alive and vigilant and most of them gave Roland a dangurous vibes.

"We're back you b*tch!"

As Roland peaked into a corner he heard the shouts of the two men who were in the staff room earlier. Not far from Roland

was a cell door that was fully opened. 

He had the urge to runaway but curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to investigate. He crept towards the door to take a closer look.

The two men from earleir were standing in front of a dark haired woman, the woman had both of her hands chained up to the wall.

"How long can you keep it up in that weakened state?" One of the two men questioned.

The two men tried to get closer to her but everytime she would swing her long legs towards them. Every time she kicked, a blue wave would fly out, with it the blue hue carried a strong cold wind. Not only did her kicks look powerful but also beautiful.

'Damn she's good but she's getting tired.' Roland admired as time went on.

As time gradually passed, the woman was panting and sweating, even her kicks were getting slower and slower.

Just as the woman kicked out, a shackle suddenly appeared on her ankel. Her leg was then pulled, causing her to lose balance and fall. The other man also pounced forward and slapped some shackles on her other foot and than began to pull.

"Gotcha!"

The two men ran in different directions, suspending the woman horizontally in mid air. Her four limbs pulled in four different direction. The two previous restraints plus these two. She tried to struggle but to no avail. The two men tired up the other restraints to a wall.

"Ha ha ha, Finally I get to enjoy you! "The older man screamed out in joy. The struggling woman had a fearfull expression on her face, tears rolled down her face as the two men got closer and closer.

"We'll give you a taste of what a man is, from today onwards you'll be ours." the younger male chimed in, both of them had sinister expressions.

Roland watched on from the side, he cletched his fists hard, he felt sorry for the woman but he was no hero. He knew since young that if he minded his business he wouldn't get into trouble.

He saw the men earleir and knew he couldn't beat them in his current state, hack even if it was his body from his previous life he didn't think he'd have a chance.

*Rip*

The men tore the rags of her body leaving her stark naked, just as one of the man touched her body, she opened her mouth and a beam of blue light flew out and hit the older man in the face.

The old man flew out and hit the wall, his face which was covered in a block of ice shattered into a millions of little pieces, he died just like that.

"DAD! You bitch! I'll kill you!" The other man bellowed when he saw his dad die, he got closer and punched at the woman's face. 

His fist was covered in a purple flame.

The woman's body relaxed, as the shines got pulled, she looked exhausted and didn't have a way to defend herself. She got punched in the face. The man was consumed by anger and he punched out repeatedly. 

'I gotta go in there and help her!'

'No! what am I talking about helping! I'm no hero.'

'If you can help someone in need, do it or you'll live to regret it.' Roland fought with himself internally when he remembered Artic's words.

 'It's character I'll take a risk!'

Roland opened his eyes, filled with determination he looked around the room and saw two swords next to two cloaks. Roland quickly grabbed one and pointed it at the man with both hands.

'He has his back turned, so it should be easy. Just drive it into his back. It's just like playing billiards, just push!' Roland shrugged his shoulders a bit, hands and feet trembling and fear written on his face.

The man didn't notice Roland and kept swinging at the woman, Roland quickly arrived behind the man and with everything he had, plunged the sword in the man's back . 

"Arhh! Who!" the man screamed out, he turned around and smacked Roland away. Roland get sent flying and crashing into the wall.

The man pulled the sword, that was only an inch in his back and angrily growled at Roland. Roland felt like trying to stab a brick wall.

'I failed, am I gonna die again! I don't want to die! Not like this.' Fear started to bloom in Roland, his body didn't follow his command. Tears started rolling down his face, a wave of regret was eating him up.

'Should I have gambled with my life like that?'

Roland froze as the man was getting closer and closer and his mind went blank.

"Answer me kid! How did you get out of your cell!?" the man kept shouting but his words fell on deaf ears.

"Get up and fight! Otherwise you'll die! Fight! FIGHT!" The woman who was chained up screamed out with all her might, her words seemed to carry a certain charm that Roland couldn't ignore.

Roland's thoughts cleared up as he finally got up, he stared at the man walking towards him, he was frightened but ready to fight. That's when he realized something...

He grabbed the chain that was litarally an inch away and sure enough with a 'ding' the notification rang.

[Fabric substance was found. Do you want to absorb?]