In front of him was a soldier in a metal suit with a gun in his hand that shone with a red light.
Zarek looked at the soldier and spoke in the faintest voice:
"Where am I?"
The soldier replied in a mocking tone:
"This is the Mine, kid. Be prepared for the worst."
He spoke with a smirk, then turned around and left, closing the door behind him and casting one last malicious smirk in Zarek's direction.
Zarek tried to move around; however, the cuffs on his hands and legs were firmly attached, with electromagnetic waves occasionally zapping him whenever he used even an iota of strength.
His eyes flashed with a calculative gaze.
At this time, a small mini door to the cell opened, and from it came food: a simple, cold, hard bread.
"Hmm?" Zarek raised his brows in surprise and crawled his way to the bread.
"I am supposed to eat without the support of my hand," he thought, then opened his mouth and silently ate the bread.
