A Smiling Saviour?

"Uh..." the young man opened his eyes with a grown.

He found himself feeling incredibly heavy, his cosmetic flesh weighing him down like... heavy weights.

He lay on the cold floor of a small room that had plain dark walls which made it clear that he was a captive.

As he looked at himself, he saw that nothing had changed, much to his relief.

He had simply been dumped here after he went unconscious.

Skullius looked ahead and saw not another wall but closely stacked iron bars that restricted both entry and exit. They had a silver lustre with glowing runes on their surfaces that whispered of mystery.

"Great," he said to himself as he tried to stand.

The tumultuous pain he had felt before had stopped and now, he could see everything without the mysterious divide.

'That damn woman!' Skullius remembered who had caused this whole ordeal that he was now left with.

A full 17% in Doom Factor 2.