“It’s been so long… I never thought I’d see someone from my race here.” A voice echoed from a nearby cell, breaking Vondrel's focus. In the dim light, Vondrel could make out a figure—red-haired, fierce-eyed, and battle-worn. He wore a white, tattered outfit, and his intense gaze locked onto Vondrel as if trying to remember him from a distant memory.
“Hmm…” Vondrel muttered, sizing up the stranger.
“Why are you here?” the man asked.
Vondrel shrugged. “I’m here by coincidence.”
The man let out a low chuckle, his voice tinged with both amusement and disbelief. “Coincidence, huh? I’ve only been here for a few months, maybe a year. I figured my family would eventually send someone, but… I don’t seem to recognize you. Who are you?”
“Vondrel. And no one sent me,” Vondrel replied flatly.