Crawling toward the door, Ran rolled to his side. He would rest while he could, saving his strength. When the time was right, when opportunity showed itself, he would strike without hesitation. His captors had showed him little mercy, and he would return this kindness in full.

Several hours passed and the Special rested, but at the sound of the sliding bolt, Ran’s eyes shot open. Voices through the thick metal door. Two guards, perhaps more. They would be delivering his dinner now, then continuing his torture later.

Now was his chance.

The door swung wide.

Now he must strike.