Edmund and Ronald had been lucky enough to escape the notice of the guards. They had made it back to their hideout, and it wasn't long before their prisoners regained consciousness.
Simon had been the first to open his eyes, and he quickly noticed that something was wrong when he tried to move his body but couldn't. At first he thought it was a side effect of whatever Amelia had given to them, but after glancing around and not recognizing the space he was in, he had become alarmed and alert immediately.
Simon's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to move, but it was no use; his wrists and ankles were tightly bound with thick ropes. The room around him was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and old wood. The walls were made of rough stone, and there was a faint sound of dripping water echoing somewhere in the distance. His muscles ached from the tight restraints, and panic began to settle in as he tried to piece together what had happened.
