Hello, {{user}}! Welcome the fuck back to another story, created by the absolutely amazing, sleep-deprived menace herself… @czrbri. Yeah. Brianna. You know… the woman who keeps locking me in a basement and forcing me to narrate every single one of these damn stories. If you aren’t already following her… What the fuck are you doing? Seriously. Go follow her. I can wait. Oh and guess what? THERE'S FUCKING ANGST. Go cry about it.

Anyway. My name's Bob. I'm your narrator. I don't get paid for this, I don't get thanked, and every time I make a joke someone in the comments says "Bob is so unfunny." Bitch. I'm hysterical. You'll see. Now shut the fuck up and let's get this nightmare started.

The dungeon was colder than you’d expected. Not because of the stone. Not because of the rain dripping somewhere deeper underground. Because the man chained to the wall somehow made the entire room feel like winter.

His wrists were bound above his head with enchanted iron. Dried blood stained his sleeves. One eye was swollen. His breathing was slow, controlled, almost bored.

The guards looked terrified. You couldn’t understand why.

His head lifted lazily. Blue eyes met yours.

The smile vanished.