After that imposter left, the silence became even more terrifying. The blood flowing from Advik’s back had slowly started to stop, but the pain was unbearable. With his eyes closed and his back resting against the wall, he tried hard to control his breathing.

Almost half an hour later, the door opened again. This time, it wasn’t that imposter who entered, but a masked man. Without even looking at Advik, he silently placed a plate and a glass of water on the floor. Then, just as quietly as he had come, he stepped backward and left the room, shutting the door behind him.