Inside, Randal was strapped to the metal table. Cold water dripped or gushed intermittently on his face. The room was ice cold, and little crystals had formed in Ran’s hair. Temmins asked his usual questions. Who are you? What did you want with Giresun? Who are you working with? Where are your other teammates? Why did you attack Giresun? What was your goal? And then the questions would repeat.

Bamboo stalks still stuck out of several wounds in Randal’s body. Temmins wore slippers and was bundled up in a huge fur coat that dragged along the ground when he walked.