A figure laid on the bed shivering uncontrollably. He didn't know how long he would be safe hiding out here. Fortunately, this area was out of the grid.
No matter what device was possibly planted in him, he wouldn't be found. That was a relief. It had a downfall too.
He couldn't contact the outside world. That wasn't his biggest worry though. Currently, he has a very high fever.
Since he managed to make it to his current location, all he managed to do was lay dead and hasn't been able to get up since then.
Today's was going to be the second day. He was sick, hungry and exhausted. He had no energy left in him to hunt for something to eat.
How could he? He had only realized that his wounds had fostered after he left the dungeon. Being kept in the darkness did something to a person's mind.
While white torture was most effective, dark torture wasnt any better. For a trained agent as himself, it wasn't much. He had the cruelest training.
