Daniel slowly opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of a desert. His hands and feet were tied to a wooden pole—one that was normally used to set up tents.
He looked around. No one else was there, just one person standing in front of him.
"I expected you'd just kill me," he said tiredly.
"Kill you? In time. But first, I want to know who you really are. Why have you been trying so hard to save the pilgrims these past few days?" Malrik said coldly.
"I'll answer that, but how about you go first? Who are you really?" Daniel asked, curious.
He genuinely wanted to know who this person—someone he had thought was a friend—really was, and what he had been hiding this whole time.
"And why would I tell you?"
"No special reason. Maybe just because I'm curious? But I can see your ideals are… intense. Don't you think maybe you'd feel better if you told someone everything—especially someone who's going to die soon?" Daniel reasoned.
