Florian did not know what to expect as he was ushered out of the room by the rogue leader, accompanied by two other men who ensured he did not try to run.
He was still fortunate that he wasn't being dragged or bound in any way. He was walking on his own two feet, and as of now, he had no plans of making a run for it—not until he had fully mapped out an escape route.
So, as he walked, he kept his eyes sharp, observing everything he could about his surroundings. What he knew for certain was that they were underground. When they first brought him here, they had thrown a bag over his head, making sure he had no idea of the exact location of the hideout. They had only removed it once he was locked in that windowless room.
The only real clue he had was the descent—he distinctly remembered being led down a long flight of stairs.
'That's all I know. Great.'
