"Surprisingly, he hasn't killed me. Yet." muttering as he puts his back up against what he believes are boxes and crates.
The young man soon chants a spell which creates a small orb of light which lit up his surrounding, at least, most of it.
"Hmm... seems I'm put in a storage room of some sort." he said, examining the area that was full of boxes, crates and barrels which were full of various content. Most of it containing alcoholic liquids.
He looks around again and sees his belt holster and sheathed sword at a corner with his scarf, headphones and beret. "There's my stuff, at least." he sighed. "Still need to get out of these binds. "Really need to get out of these binds." he grunted as he tries to chant a spell.
Before he could finish, the door opens up, blinding him with a bright light. Closing one eye and squinting the other to try and focus on the door.
"Seems you're finally awake, 'Chaser'." said a familiar voice.
The lad recognized the voice and gave an annoyed sigh. "The 'Hood