The cage opens with a flick of a wand, I can feel a flicker of the magic as it brushes my leg. The shackles fall away and without giving me the time to get out of the cage myself, he yanks at my ankle. I ignore the pain shooting through my leg and walk with him to the stairs. He has a very strong grip on my arm, when the door opens I can see him properly. This is the same man as all the other times, I know that he has a lot of calluses on his hands. I look up and see that his arms, neck and even his face are filled with white scars.