A prisoner needs privacy

In a dark dungeon, Asher, Milo, and Roy were chained to the wall. Roy had sighed in helplessness for a thousand times already.

“Boss, what should we do now? If help doesn’t come, we’ll be killed before we know it. I feel sorry for madam and the kids,” he sighed again.

“There’s still time,” Asher responded languidly with his eyes closed.

“The situation looks brim. I shouldn’t have given this suggestion. At this point, I finally realized I was stupid.”

“Right, you’ve always been stupid,” Milo stole the word from his mouth.

“Milo, when was the last time we spared? I think we need to compare notes after leaving here.”

“All I can see is death hovering over your head,” Milo said with a straight face.

He’s never one to talk too much but at this point, he was angry at himself and everyone. When they came to Hassride, they tried to spy into the country’s history but failed to find anything. Later, they found out the man who can help them was put in the dungeon.

Infiltrating the dungeon