In a dimly lit room which was silent except for the faint drip of water echoing against the stone walls. Hughes coughed as cold water trickled down his face, jerking him into consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. Across from him, a man stood with a calm but piercing gaze.
"You're finally awake," Hutton said, his voice low, carrying no hint of emotion.
Hughes glared at him, his determination sharp as steel. "Do whatever you want," he spat, his voice filled with defiance. "Not a single word will leave my mouth. You'll get nothing from me."
Hutton remained silent, his expression unchanged, though his mind churned with emotions he couldn't quite control. Looking at Hughes—his posture, his voice, even the fire in his eyes—it all brought back memories of a time he had long since buried.
