Chapter 847 - Who am I? (1/2)

'How long have I been here?' He wondered.

His head had been ringing with pain upon waking up. It had been dull but constant, without any signs of stopping anytime soon. No matter how hard he tried to think about how he got into his current situation, he was unable to remember a single thing from before he woke up.

Fighting through the ringing pain he had eventually managed to open his eyes. At first he had seen absolutely nothing. His eyes needed time to adjust to their surroundings. His vision was slightly altered which could only mean only one thing. Right now he was in a complete pitch black room.

It took quite a bit of time before he started being able to make out the silhouettes of the things around him. Still it was a far cry from him being able to see during the day.

'Where exactly am I? How did I get here?'

As the ringing suddenly started to dull, he attempted to move his hands. Unfortunately he quickly realised that they were heavier than they should be. His attempt resulted in the sound of metal scraping across the floor. Moving the other hand and his legs resulted in the same thing happening.

He was completely chained up.

”Arghhh!” He shouted with a hoarse voice, using his mighty strength to pull against the chains, but to no avail. He could only move each of his extremities up to ten centimeters before his freedom got restricted.

'At least that annoying ringing in my head has stopped.' After having this thought, he suddenly had another shocking realisation.

'My name… What was my name?! Why can't I remember something as simple as my name?!'

Then he started shouting in frustration for whoever put him here to come forward. Unsurprisingly there wasn't anyone who came forward. Frustrated he wanted to touch his head, but once again the chains stopped him from doing so.

Once he noticed that he had forgotten his name, he tried to remember other things about him… only to realise that he was drawing more and more blanks. He was unable to recall his name, his age, his outer appearance or anything about his past.

It was as if his life had just begun a few moments ago when he had opened his eyes.

His heart started beating louder and louder as he started to panic, and the walls appeared to start closing in on him from his perspective.

”Arghhhh!” He shouted again, stomping his foot on the floor so hard that part of the ground had risen. ”It broke?”

This time grabbing two hands, he proceeded to tug at the chains as hard as could. He could see that they were attached to a wall further down. However, as long as they were made of the same material, he believed his almighty strength should be enough to break free from them as well

He pulled and pulled, sweat was dripping down his face, and eventually blood started to drip from around the cuffs of the bracelet the chains were attached to, and eventually he had to stop.

'It's useless, it feels like those chains will never break!.'

Checking himself, his body appeared to be in fine condition, not counting his self inflicted injuries at least. There were no markings on him whatsoever, and there were no clues as to who he was. He got some comfort from at least wearing clothes, yet they were too simple to give him any information about himself.

The only thing that he found noteworthy was that he had a single earring on his left ear, but no weapons to use to break out of the room.

'Well, whoever trapped me in this place can't be that stupid, but surely I had to have come in somehow?' He started to think.

Walking towards where the chains were attached to the wall, he brushed his hand against the wall, and could feel slight bumps in the rock, and a certain watery smell.

'The wall is made out of stone?' Then listening in carefully and placing his head against the wall, he could also hear the sound of what appeared to be running water.

'Am I in a cave of some sort? If there's running water then that means there has to be an exit somewhere!'

Still, as he tried to move around, touching the side of the cave walls that he was in, the chains would only allow him to go so far.

Once again,his frustration peaked and he attempted to pull out his hair, something that seemed to be a habit of his despite him lacking any memories of it. While doing so, he had swung his arms up, and the blood from his wrists around the cuffs, hit his earring. At that moment, it started to light up.

The earring detached itself from his lobe and fell to the ground.

The white light started to take shape until eventually he could see it's full form.