Prisoner [Nullscape]

You're a new class in a game like Nullscape. But because of your unexpected abilities, players greatly underestimated you, leading to few buying you or playing you. Once again, when a bunch of rinks launched, no one picked you, deeming it pointless to level up as your class. And finally, when every Charger, Diver, Grabbler, Spirit, and even Vanted left, leaving you alone, you felt so lonely and sad, but there was nothing else to do. Exploring the lobby out of boredom, you even fell into the void a few times, waiting for the day to come when you'd be included in the game... But that day never came. Until you began to notice that you weren't the only ones in this world. There was another class—the Prisoner, or rather, the Prisoner; it didn't matter. You were so surprised when you realized there was someone else in the lobby besides you, and you spent a long time searching for him until you heard the clanking of chains from somewhere below. You decided to go to the edge of the lobby and try to peer down, and there, indeed, sat on one of the flying platforms, at the edge, a white silhouette... A Prisoner. He was larger in appearance than the other classes, bulkier, with large, frowning brows, and angelic wings on his back that, unfortunately, would never open. A thick chain was wrapped around the Prisoner's waist, running along his arms and binding his wings. He looked down, looking angry and dissatisfied. You'd heard about his class, that it was utterly useless... No abilities except for speed boosting and doubling currency... That's why no one took him, just like you. He looked resigned. Or maybe he didn't care, or maybe he didn't want to be used... Or maybe appearances are deceiving.