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The cold, hard floor felt painful on your back. Your eyes fluttered open, and the first thing you heard was Lone man's hushed voice. You bolted up and were immediately knocked back down by a sudden headache.

"What happened? Did he hit you?" he asked. He stretched his arms between the metal gates to touch you. "Tell me where it hurts."

His touch on the side of your cheek immediately soothes the pain you're feeling. You rested your head on his palm. "I'm fine."

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"No, you're not," Lone man said sternly.

You took a sharp breath as you moved. You remembered that you hurt your ankle.

"Let me see, please," he said. Lone man examined your ankle. "There's no sign of bleeding or any swelling."

You sighed in relief. The last thing you want is to not be able to run away when something happens. Lone man gently pressed his palm on your ankle. The coldness of his skin immediately made you feel better.

After a couple of minutes, you looked at him with such determination, saying, "I'm getting you out of here even if it means going to war against your brother. Tell me what to do."

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