The storm did not end that night.It lingered into the next day, quieter but persistent. Rain tapped steadily against the glass, like something refusing to be ignored.Ethan hadn’t slept.Not really.Every time he closed his eyes, he felt it again—that weight in the room. That silence. The way Don had looked at him, not like a prisoner… but like something being studied.Something being chosen.It unsettled him more than the kidnapping.Morning came without sunlight.The room was dim, gray shadows stretching across the walls. The city beyond the window looked blurred, distant, almost unreal behind the rain.A knock came.Ethan didn’t answer.The door opened anyway.A guard stepped in, placing a tray of food on the table. As always, no words were exchanged. No eye contact held longer than necessary.Ethan watched him.“Hey.”The guard paused.“Am I the only one here like this?” Ethan asked. “Or do you keep other people locked up in pretty rooms too?”The guard didn’t respond.He turned
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