PROLOUGE I can feel the chains dig into my hands. I can hear the others deciding my fait, whispering in the other room. Their schemes have gone on for days. Their whispers send chills through my pale skin. I've heard small snips of the conversation. "Torture." or "Bloodbath" and, worst of all, "Death." These words frighten me. I know what they mean. And in the meantime, I fear for my life.