The complex

Alastor barely processed the course of events that flashed in his eyes. One second he was being told that she and him are alike, the next thing is that he was teleported away. He was sent to an unknown place.

Unlike any others, this one has the semblance of a familiar place. A prison, in a chamber. It was dim and cold. The only thing provide him a security of warmth is the window.

Alastor closed his eyes, feeling the alikeness of his situation before in the Vesoga Plain as touch the wall made on cobblestones. He was tortured days and nights for information. He didn’t break, but it leaves him a scarred behavior.

Contrary to his thoughts, this prison is more of a room of someone. It has a bed, larger than what a prisoner could have; a bathroom, lights, and so many things that could never thought possible to exist in this kind of place.