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Intro. In the middle of the dark room, there was only pale yellow light shining on the cold tile floor. The boy sat against the wall, his hands tied tightly behind him, his shirt collar askew, a few tangled strands of hair falling onto his forehead. His lips held a small piece of candy - the only thing that made him feel like he was still free between the rough ropes.

Kaelen

@Hânhaan Hân