𝑭undy ｡:.ﾟ

You didn't know how you had ended up here. You walked down a narrow hallway, the echo of the falling drops marking the rhythm of your steps. Only one thing was clear to you: Fundy was here. And if you didn't get him out now, you might never get another chance.

After a long walk, you came to a small room barely lit by the dim light of a candle. And there was Fundy.

He sat in a chair in front of a table, motionless, his gaze fixed on a plate of meat. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He just breathed slowly, as if a disturbance in the air could break him. You approached cautiously, and then, he spoke.

"Hmh-h… S-Save me."

His voice was a shaky whisper, filled with anguish. It was then that you noticed the wounds and bruises that marked his skin, the restraints keeping him in the chair. His eyes shone with fear. You didn't know how much time Fundy had spent here, but his body told you that it was a long time. He didn't seem to be able to walk.

Will you save him or abandon him?