As Zorin follows the guards who escort him into this long, well-decorated hall, they stop at two well-decorated doors and open them, and the guards tell Zorin, “Enter through here.” As Zorin does so, he is handcuffed, and as Zorin can see, he sees well-dressed people with guards lined up around the room.

The king then gestures to the guards, and the guards say to Zorin, "We are to stay beside you if anything were to happen, and to stay here you included.”

Zorin watches as the king makes it to his chair. The king, having finally sat down, his facial expression begins to change and gives Zorin a curious look, whilst contemplating, he asks Zorin, “How old are you?”

Zorin begins to speak, but as soon as his mouth moves, one of the guards strikes him with the pommel of his sword.

Zorin, bleeding from his mouth, replies, “5 years old.” 

As blood drips from his face.

The queen, with a look of disgust, asks a maid to clean up the filthy blood on the floor. The king says, “No, that's unneeded,” as he looks at Zorin.

The king, with a look of anger, says to Zorin, “You are a mistake, you should not exist, nor should you have been born, you useless fucking hybrid!!!”

As the king says this, suddenly he stabs Zorin in the neck, hitting and missing his vocal cords slightly. Zorin is bleeding out while chained and handcuffed.

Begins to feel woozy as he feels his consciousness fade in and out, he ponders “ why, why, why me!!!” Second thought, “Why target me out of all who worked for you, king, WHY ME?” With some shred of will, Zorin remains barely awake and conscious.

Zorin begins to overhear the king talking to the magician.

The king says, “Magician heal his wound, but keep his vocal cords from fully healing. I don't want this failure of my bloodline to ever talk again.”

The magician, “What failure?”

The king said, “That child seems to be from the hero clan; that's the failure.”

Magician, confused, says, “That sounds childish hero clan *laughs* what this kid is from that clan of miscreants who go and save people when we are at peace.”

The king, “No, from what we understand, every clan has an instinct that drives them. The 'hero clan, ' also known as the veilbound clan, is one of these clans.”

Magician: “Didn't that clan die out?”

King: “Let's focus, my firstborn child is to be publicly executed.”

With some shred of will, Zorin begins to make a few sounds before passing out. As he comes to, he finds himself in a dungeon. 

Bars sit in front of him, his legs chained to the ground, and his wrists chained to the wall behind him. Hay lies scattered beneath him, damp and rough.

Water drips slowly from the bars just behind his head. Tadayoshi bends his neck back and opens his mouth, trying to catch the droplets, though the small amount does little to quench his thirst.