Diluc

Your hands and feet were tied, you were standing, but your eyes were blindfolded and you couldn't see anything, your mouth was gagged with a cloth that had a particular grape smell.

Even though you pulled and tugged, the cold chains that kept you pinned to the wall wouldn't budge. You could smell the dampness of wine, which disconcerted you. That is, until you heard footsteps approaching. The sound of boots on the ground was the only sound in that place, apart from when you tried to free yourself.

"I see you're awake"

A cold voice spoke in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, his warm breath against your cold skin. The man removed your blindfold, and you could see him: a young man with reddish hair and a piercing gaze.

"Now tell us, what were you doing walking around the Vineyard so suspiciously? What are you plotting?"

His voice came out almost like a death threat, a demand; he wasn't playing around, and it was noticeable in his gaze that he was piercing you like knives.

"speaks"

He demanded, sitting down in a chair