The room is dark.
A man kneels inside it, his body bound in chains as his head hangs low.
Though the room is vast and was once filled with all kinds of luxuries, all of those excesses have been removed.
The murals on the walls have all been blocked off by thick sheets and the cover of darkness.
In this domain, there exists only one person.
The kneeling man.
Naked.
On his back are several scars.
Some are from whips, others from searing hot metal casts. He also has laceration scars and several patches that represent barely closed wounds.
Although many will consider this a hideous appearance, the man displays it proudly.
His back is hunched.
His body is still… silent… solemn.
As if in prayer.
Then, he moves.
With quick motion, he draws his arms closer to each other, flexing his bulging muscles.
Instantly, the chains snap.
He rips off the metal bracelets on both wrists as though they were brittle paper. Then, he snaps the constraints that bind his feet.
