Midas floated there, his heart pounding with a quiet panic that he kept carefully hidden behind a mask of stillness. His thoughts were racing outwardly, he was perfectly composed, saying nothing that might draw attention to himself.
There was nothing he could do anyway.
Midas might have been still in the few moments he was in here, but his perception was spreading everywhere and he had found out quite a lot in this time. That was why he knew his situation was hopeless, at least for now.
The best course of action for him was to stay quiet, keep his head down, and obey whatever commands came his way. His eyes were darting around back and forth, scanning the space for any possible escape, but there was nothing. No exit, no gaps, just an overwhelming sense of confinement.
