A prison guard cautiously patrols the eerie hallway, checking each small cell as he walks by. With no surprise, struggling prisoners lie in the dull moonlight, continuing to ask themselves of their crimes. However, from a certain cell came a faint tune, played by an old man's harmonica as he sits on the top bunk bed. A pitied boy squeezes tightly onto his knees as he sits in the far corner, shivering from the unsettling cold of this ancient prison. "Old man; it's time." The guard's harsh tone echoed throughout the hall with all eyes glancing toward the boy's direction. Though the boy did not budge, the old man smiled after setting the instrument down.
"Please, take good care of it." After climbing down from the bunk bed to exit the cage, the barred door slams behind him. He follows the prison guard to the left direction, opposite of the staircase. Stepping into the room without a door, people lose sight of the old man, so they go back to their business, shutting the noise from their ears. The boy shakily walks toward the bars, popping his head out to stare at that room. Still, a blinding light blocked view of the old man. Suddenly, metal chains snap on, ringing its uneasy sound throughout the hallway. His body bangs onto a wooden surface. At that second, fellow prisoners paid their respect to stay silent as all of them looked down. It was enough to say it was as quiet as death. But it seemed forever.
An object instantly pierces through the air. A splatter of blood managed to fly into the hallway. The shackling of chains followed with the thud of a corpse. Turning away his face, the boy winces from the cruel imagination. It hurts, they know.
Deciding to treasure the harmonica, the boy washes it thoroughly in the cell's sink. Suddenly, thuds echo through the hallway. Before he knew it, a young girl sweeps by his cell, and immediately starts working on the door's lock. In a matter of seconds, it clicks open, falling to the floor. After slamming her foot to open the barred entry, she signals for him to follow. Hesitating, he decides to go with her. Having to rush, he didn't get a good look at her, but for some reason, she seemed familiar. As he trailed behind her, he already noticed the strange attire that fitted well for athletic actions.
Fellow prisoners groaned, all hands either clutched onto the bars or reached out between, begging for help. Yet a particular new prisoner stood out from the others, having a very bizarre costume. Although he didn't have a cellmate, his complaints made up for the conversation. Constantly insisting he did nothing wrong, he glanced toward the boy. Feeling somewhat of sympathy, the boy asks the girl to save him. Breathing a small sigh, she didn't take time to argue. Another lock clicks as the prisoner thanks both of them. Going ahead, the three descends a stairwell to the lobby.
Trying to ignore the unconscious guards lying on the floor, the three dashed into the exit. With the girl leading the way, they sprinted into the night. However, freedom was far from their grasp. Colossal knights stood around the exit, engulfed in their massive armors of steel. Metal feet clanked against the ground in a certain rhythm as each gave a tighter grip to their sword.
The boy watched the girl unsheathe a twin set of lethal knives. Setting off the first attack, she plunges forward, striking instant blows to specific body parts. Managing to scrape off the heavy armor, she jumps back, trying to protect the two prisoners. After looking at the situation, she sprints forward. Faking a quick slash, she pulls off a back flip on someone's chest then uses the helm as a spring, now skyrocketing into the air. Turning headfirst with her arms shifting for an aerodynamic form, the girl dived forward into the crowd of knights. Before she reached the height of the tall knights, the girl flung her arms out, showering the pack with smoke bombs.
The boy steps back, glancing in all directions. Suddenly, a massive sword tears through the air from the crowd, as a wild flash of smoke engulfed him. After feeling the impact of the fellow prisoner, shoving him to the ground, his ears watched the weapon soar over his head. His eyes whimpered to stay awake, but the overcoming excitement of it all gave in to his weariness.