The bearded man walked out with the tattooed boy and left the four of us sitting in that office with our hands free. The rope marks on my wrists were pale and raw.
The cobwebs in the corners hung motionless in the yellow light. The thin table sat between us like something that had already decided it was finished with the conversation.
"We need to get out of this stupid building." Linn said it while their footsteps were still audible in the corridor—soft, receding, completely unhurried.
I didn't offer anything, because the untying was the first thing that had told me something real about this place. Nobody leaves four strangers loose in a room unless the room isn't the thing holding them. The door stood open. The corridor beyond it was empty.
