[Location Unknown]
[Time Unknown]
"Drop."
"Drop."
"Drop."
Water dripped rhythmically onto a hard surface, shattering to pieces.
Alonso de Paiva's world was pitch black, his eyes covered by three layers of thick cloth, his limbs restrained by iron chains.
Since his capture, he had received no food or drink. He could no longer truly feel hunger, nor was he clear about how much time had passed, estimating by his thirst that it likely had not exceeded forty-eight hours.
Coupling this with the water leakage, the room temperature, and the smell, he deduced that he was being held in a dungeon.
As a regional intelligence chief who reported directly to the Empire's Security Council, Alonso de Paiva had never used his real name in South Monta—because he had another identity: Kapufen the leather merchant.
Hailing from Saint Calon State, Kapufen was a pure Helvetian, his speech carrying a faint northern mountain accent.
