Captive

Kaze awakens in a dimly lit, cramped cell, his body aching from the experiments. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and despair, a suffocating miasma that weighs heavily upon his senses. As his eyes slowly adjust to the gloom, he takes in his surroundings, noting the iron bars that confine him and the faint sounds of other prisoners echoing through the dank corridors.

Disoriented and in pain, Kaze's mind races, trying to piece together how long he has been held captive within this wretched fortress. The last thing he remembers is the brutal murder of his family, the searing agony of the experiments that transformed him, and the desperate escape that led him here. Now, trapped in this oppressive cell, the weight of his captivity presses down upon him, a crushing burden that threatens to shatter his very spirit.

Kaze shifts his position, wincing as the movement sends a fresh wave of pain through his battered body. His obsidian eyes scan the cell, searching for any sign of weakness in the iron bars or a potential avenue of escape. But the fortress is unyielding, its walls and guards impenetrable, a fortress of darkness that seems to mock his every attempt at freedom.

The young man's hands clench into fists, his nails digging into the calloused palms as a surge of rage and frustration courses through him. He had been so close to exacting his vengeance, only to be torn from his path and thrust into this living nightmare. Now, trapped and at the mercy of his captors, Kaze feels the weight of his powerlessness, a bitter taste that lingers on his tongue.