Two more hours passed, each second stretching into eternity. Florian sat against the cold stone wall, his body stiff from the lack of movement. His mind ran in circles, meticulously analyzing every escape strategy he could come up with.
He had already memorized every inch of this room—the way the shadows stretched and shrank with the flickering torchlight, the rough texture of the walls, and the few potential hiding spots he could use if an opportunity arose.
The problem was that none of it would do him any good without an opening. He had no delusions of brute-forcing his way out; he wasn't strong enough for that. No, he needed to be smart.
He needed to be patient.
'If I can just find a weakness... Anything. I can't just sit here.' Florian clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He could feel his frustration simmering, but he forced himself to breathe, to focus. 'Think. There's always a way out.'
