Through the dark, hallway with lights blinking instantaneously, while I stand in front of the door, I checked on the board, which was labeled in red; Arden Chaos, Leader of the Night Savages or The Lords of the Night, a secret terrorist groups who take people as hostages to become their own personal slaves. Blood dripping onto the sides as a red haired male teen sat on steel surgical bed with mossy chains wrapped onto his ankles and hands, as I looked in horror for he has earring clipped to his mouth and ears, he watched me walked in the room and shut the iron door. He smiled as I walked closer and placed the board on a dentist trolley.
“Well, hello there dentist” said Arden. I ignored him as I kept working, when suddenly he comes closer to me, I backed away cautiously.
“You know you could be a great slave.” He said as he smiled to me, I ignored him again as I turned away to grab something from the old wood shelves, as I heard some clinking noise, but I ignored