C64 Prisoner!!

The heavy door of the Sincage creaked open, revealing a pair of delicate and bewitching purple shoes advancing toward Zopyrus with a firm gait.

Zopyrus sat slumped in the iron chair, his head bowed, his unruly black hair shrouding his pale face and obscuring his features.

Only the subtle trembling of his body, almost imperceptible unless scrutinized closely, betrayed his fear to the newcomer