Fyn sat on the floor next to the door waiting for the next time the guards opened it. He didn't really expect to be able to take them by surprise and free himself or the others. But he liked the idea that he would cause trouble for them.
When he had finally woken from the second round of drugs, it was to find that he had roommates. There were two men in his room, and they both looked like they had been beaten within an inch of their lives.
The first night, the men had kept their distance, not knowing whether to trust him. But when they returned from what the guards had called their daily trainings, one of the men had brought back a pair of pants for Fyn.
“Thank you," Fyn told the man gratefully.
The man nodded and went back to his bed to lay down. The man didn't even move when the guar
