Ben opened his eyes and stared at an unfamiliar ceiling. He tried to move but found himself handcuffed, unable to do anything except look at the ceiling.
His mouth also seemed to be gagged, so he couldn't speak or scream for help.
The sound of something scraping against another surface echoed in the gloomy room.
Ben didn't give up and tried everything to free himself and use magic.
His cuffs and restraints began to grow slightly warm after he used a lot of his magic, but not even a spark came out.
"Oh?" A small exclamation, accompanied by a hint of amusement, suddenly rang out.
Ben immediately froze and tried to look in that direction, but his neck and head were also restrained by thick steel clamps.
But he didn't need to strain himself, as the sound of footsteps grew closer and closer.
"You're awake!"
A young man appeared in his field of vision, no older than 25. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a big, happy smile on his face.
