A muffled sound escaped Noran's gagged mouth, "Uhm!"
His eyes widened in horror as Shuri entered the room, her steps slow and mechanical.
Seeing her presence, Noran felt an overwhelming wave of anxiety, fear, and despair wash over him.
The sight of his lover, so close yet so unreachable, filled him with a desperate longing that tore at his heart.
Every fiber of his being ached to reach out to her, to protect her from the monstrous man who had brought her here. His muscles strained against the bindings, his skin chafing under the pressure, but he was utterly helpless.
Shuri stood at a distance, her expression blank and devoid of emotion.
Her vacant eyes stared straight ahead, as if she were in a trance, unable to recognize the man she loved bound tightly to a chair.
Sigmund sneered and walked over to Shuri, a smug smile on his face.
"I knew you would be happy to see her," Sigmund taunted, gently stroking Shuri's face with the back of his hand.
