[Klayko]

Clay stood outside for several minutes. A guard stepped away and returned shortly afterwards just to whisper in the ears of the other before they finally addressed him. They wanted him to follow him, go figure. Clay obliged because to be frank, where exactly was he going to go? He was somewhere foreign and under surveillance by more guards high up in towers with rifles. He wanted nothing more than to get away, but it wasn't happening. Not fast, anyways. How long had it been since he was gone? Judging by the looks of the calendar he passed by, no more than a year. He was tossed in a room inside of a tower, some twisted fairy tale come true. Once they had a thick chain applied to his wrists and ankles and secured on a nice large bed, the door closed with a click. He was locked inside and perhaps awaiting this "Master" to finally show his face, the one who ruined his life for some twisted grand scheme.