The room, as far as Hobi could tell, wasn't exactly very pretty. Rough, dark stone walls, all just lit by fire, flickering. Sinister, he supposed, what was probably more something someone like Cheon went for than any other aesthetic.

He stayed hidden, because the vibrations told him that the room wasn't empty yet. It wasn't as if he was scared of a confrontation, he just didn't want one right now. That was not what he was here for.

He heard the chained up human cry and it broke his heart a little. Clearly Cheon didn't have a heart, or he'd not be fucking him bent over his throne like this, one arm at the back of his neck to keep him down. He tightened his grip, leaning in to hiss near Ten's ear.

"Say my name!"