Dylan's POV
It’s Kevin.
It’s him—the witness Anna mentioned. His face is pale. He’s cleaned up, showered, and dressed in neat clothes. Bandages cover both his hands and are wrapped around his neck.
Chris and the elders have their mouths hanging open. Elder Charles, on the other hand, looks like he’s ready to murder someone.
Kevin limps forward slowly, and as he gets closer, the dungeon falls silent. It’s like even the air forgets to move.
I don’t wait for him to reach me. My legs move on their own. I meet him halfway, wrapping him in a hug so tight, I can feel him shaking. He’s trembling in my arms.
"How did you get out?" I whisper, still holding him.
Kevin opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say anything, Charles’s voice slices through the silence.
"Who the hell let that
