Halbert Dawson felt several ropes restricting his movement. A groan escaped his lips as he slowly opened his eyes.
What… what happened? He thought, utterly confused.
His gaze landed on the familiar ceiling of his study. He felt disoriented, trying to recall what had happened.
Then, his eyes widened.
The last thing he remembered was Adam striking his face with a vicious punch. And then, he lost consciousness.
Now that he had come to, he found himself lying on the floor, restricted by ropes…
No, they weren't ropes!
He lowered his head and was terrified to discover that dozens of snakes had coiled around his limbs and torso, tightly restricting him to the ground.
"What! H-help! Somebody, help me—" he screamed in panic, but was soon interrupted by a…
SLAP!
"Tsk, so noisy," Adam muttered under his breath.
The elderly herbalist turned to his side and saw Adam sitting on the ground, carving strange symbols on the ground with…
"Blood!" Dawson yelped. "W-what are you doing?!"
