Chapter 1
Adam’s head hung low. His breathing was a slow shallow rasp.
Ropes dug deep into the skin of his wrists.
They bound him tightly to the arms of a rough wooden chair. In front of him stood two men.
Both wore police uniforms. One held a polished metal rod in his hand. The other man simply stood with his arms crossed.
His knuckles were split and smeared with drying blood. It was Adam’s blood.
He was in an unknown room.
The air was stale and still. A single bare lightbulb hung from the ceiling casting long sharp shadows.
Multiple bruises decorated his face. They swelled his cheek and split his lip. The metallic taste of his own blood filled his mouth.
[Health: 12%]
[Status: Bleeding, Critical Weakness]
The officer with the bloody hands shook his right hand. He was trying to ease a cramp.
"Kid you should have known your place," the officer said. His voice was flat and bored.