"Ah-ah," Ardyn began in a sickening, patronizing tone. He clicked his tongue, fingers tightening around the boy's jaw, his own eyes sharp; how he could nigh see his own reflection in Prompto's glassy haze of confusion and disorientation. Of panic, like a wild animal caught in a trap. He supposed the analogy was not terribly far off.

"Struggle too much, and you'll only hurt yourself more. You'll not be squirming your way out of these restraints, Prompto."

Ardyn grinned, sharp and skewed, stepping back. He extended his arms in a sweeping motion, as if the cavernous, soulless room around them was naught but a stage.

"You're probably wondering where you are. Well-- welcome to Zegnautus Keep. I'll be the one keeping you company for the days ahead."