Not good.
Not impossible.
They lead me inside.
Through narrow halls.
Dim lighting.
Concrete walls.
Temporary setup.
Not permanent.
That’s something.
They stop at a door.
Open it.
Push me inside.
It slams shut behind me.
Lock clicks.
I don’t move right away.
I listen.
Footsteps fade.
Voices outside.
Distant.
Then—
Silence.
I exhale slowly.
First real breath I’ve taken since the ambush.
Then I move.
Check the room.
Corners.
Walls.
Door.
No windows.
No obvious exits.
