Trapped In A Prison Realm

Like a dirty cat that was thrown into a cage for recklessly loitering the street, Yroa found himself in a cubic room of white space with the expanse of 6 meters in width and height.

"... What the hell did I say back then," Yroa recalled that he said something absurd toward Ygg'sariah before he fully transpired to this prison realm as his final words. "Felt like someone or something possessed me for a brief second…

"But if what I said at that time is true, then Yassimhre might be filled with more outsiders than I thought." Yroa cast numerous glances to the surrounding emptiness as he probed the smooth surface of the white wall. "Heh, that face he made when I said those was glorious! I might need try to learn how to read someone's past just to fuck with people."

His mouth might be rambling nonsense, but his eyes and mind was carefully analyzing the prison realm.