A tiny rat scurried through the castle, unnoticed by all. Those who did see it quickly ran away in fear.
"A rat!"
No one would have thought that such a small creature could be capable of anything, but Damian knew better. He had been planning this for weeks, and now his plan was finally coming together.
He needed to find the key to the cell where he had been imprisoned. He knew that the guards had the key, but he didn't know which one.
He remembered the night he was captured. He had been taken by surprise by Miller and his guards. He had barely had time to react before he was knocked unconscious.
When he woke up, he was in a cell. He had been there for weeks, and he was starting to lose hope. But then he remembered something. He remembered the guard who had opened his cell door.
Damian had never seen the guard before. He didn't know his name, but he knew that he was the one who had the key.
