[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.