Ready to set out

[Content Warning: Torture methods ahead!!]

Azrael pushed open the heavy wooden door, the sound of creaking hinges breaking the silence that pervaded the room. In the dimly lit room, a single flickering bulb cast an eerie glow over Diego, the bearded man whose name they finally found out, bound to a chair in the center of the floor.

His only clothes—trousers—were bloodied and torn, and his eyes, wild and fearful, darted around with confusion and dread. On his neck hung a white cloth dirtied with sweat, tears, and snot, and stained red with blood. It was used as a blindfold.

Azrael's cold and unwavering gaze scanned the room as he entered. Nothing has changed since the last time he visited. There was no trace of food being served, and water to drink might been given to the captive, but there was no spill or any trace of wetness.

The air smelled clouded as it was before, mixed with metallic and iron.