CAPTURED

Adira may have gone out of Theodore's head, but he was still captured, sitting on the iron chair while Roman continued to glare at his face, smiling in a devilish manner.

"Who are you?" Theodore finally summoned the courage to ask, bringing the awkward silence that had lingered in the room for what felt like an eternity, to an end.

"So he speaks." Roman chuckled, took a step back and folded his hands on his chest. "Well, I'm Roman, a hunter. It's nice to finally meet you, Theodore. I'd shake your hands, but you know." He gestured to Theodore's hands.

Theodore scoffs, took a quick glance back at his hands which were chained behind him, anchored to the ground and slowly turned back to him. "You do realize if I tried hard enough, I could break out of these chains."

"Oh really?" Roman chuckled, showing off half his teeth. "You can try all you want. But you must know, you can't break them. Those chains are made with pure silver, the more you struggle, the more it'll burn your wrists