Washed

Eran's body was suddenly pulled roughly, and thrown into a room with the sound of the door slamming echoing.

BLAM!!

The door slamming caused vibrations, making Eran quickly prepare, assuming a seated position ready to attack. However, before he could react further, a sudden sword pointed at him.

Eran decided to abandon his plan and observe his surroundings. In the dark room, he could only see himself and a mysterious figure standing in front of him, while another room was open behind him.

"Quick, hide in the wardrobe," the mysterious man said with a slightly familiar voice to Eran, tightly gripping his threatening sword.

For a moment, Eran felt warmth in that voice. "Markus?" he asked with a glimmer of hope, trying to confirm if the voice he heard indeed belonged to his long-lost uncle Markus.

As Eran focused his gaze more clearly, relief filled his heart. Turns out, the mysterious man was indeed Markus.