C35 Resurrected Shadows

Chris awoke in a dimly lit room, the air thick with the stench of mold and decay. His wrists were bound by silver chains, the metal burning into his skin, sapping his strength. He struggled against the chains, but they only tightened with each movement. After a while, he gave up, panting heavily from the exertion.

As he rested, trying to regain his strength