Bretly

I’m in someone’s basement chained to the wall, being accused of some horrible crimes. My neck is collared, some strong magic keeping me from my Lycan. I’m human with this thing on and it’s the worst feeling ever. The door opens and the man who arrested me comes strolling in, I glimpse someone outside of the door but I can’t see who it is as the door closes I thought it was supposed to be innocent until proven guilty? my tone cold and sarcastic as I raise an eyebrow in challenge