LANCE
I've been locked up for 70 days.
My life becomes die each minute, honed death waves and total silence. They kill me every day in a strict schedule. First day, the Beast feeding. (They trapped me in chains and let fifty Beasts feed on my flesh without rest all day.) Second day, Mark extraction. (The 'boss' Lista has referred to has arrived. He's a literal Dark Elves from movies alright. Shiny scalp, pointy ears, black dead eyes, crooked grimy teeth, with flashy bronze spear and shiny blue royal cape wrap around platinum armor.
I saw Meira in the crowd of onlookers when they greeted him. Lista was there, beside him is Dad, then the Twylyth I saw in my dream was three person from their left, beside her, is the humanoid that killed my Mom.
My blood rushed to the surface watching them. I clawed on the walls until my fingernails tore apart. I bared my teeth, I growled, I howled like a wild animal inside my cell. No one can hear me anyway.