Darkness claimed him as the pain overwhelmed his senses.
When Aires' eyes fluttered open, he found himself in a dimly lit cave, the flickering light barely illuminating his surroundings. Confusion gripped him. "Where am I?" he muttered, his voice echoing faintly.
"Where do you think?" a voice sneered from a shadowed corner.
Aires turned, his gaze landing on a gaunt man huddled in tattered rags, his eyes hollow with hunger. Beside him, there was a woman, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes barely covered her assets.
It wasn't just them. Others like them filled the cave—malnourished, broken, their faces etched with despair.
'Where is this?' Aires stood from his corner and walked by, unknowing of the gaze he was receiving. Some stared at Aires with pity, others with scorn, as if he were a fool for not understanding his fate.
But kept moving, his mind racing. 'I attacked a man for holding slaves, and now I'm here. How? Why?' He didn't understand.
