[A Single Flame]

It felt like waking up the morning following a night of heavy drinking.

It had been a dreamless slumber, from which waking up brought no comfort.

His head was still spinning, as he felt weak rolling on himself.

His back was against a cold, hard floor. It felt like his skull was about to explode, a stinging headache just appearing.

"What the hell..."

Mori opened his eyes, but wasn't met with the sky. He wasn't in Brok's inn, or in a carriage going toward a prison cell.

He was in a cave.

He closed his eyes again, taking in his current situation.

He breathed deeply, then opened them again, sitting upright on the floor as he looked around.

He was in a square room. There was a singular torch on a wall with nothing else on any walls.

All of the walls were smoothly polished, the torch slightly reflecting on the stone despite it being black.