Ten Minutes Ago – Ninth Floor, White Tower
Neil sat on the damp stone floor of his cell, his back resting against the cold wall. His body was weary from confinement, but his sharp eyes studied the man before him—Jim Slavn, a fellow prisoner yet unlike anyone he had ever met. There was something about Jim—something that made Neil instinctively trust him.
Jim stood with arms crossed, his expression firm. “Listen, Neil. You’re playing a crucial role in this plan.”
Neil raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. “All right, Jim. I’m listening.”
Jim leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You mentioned that there are three powerful guards stationed on the tenth floor, correct?”
Neil nodded. “Yeah. And you’re not taking them on alone.”
A knowing smile tugged at Jim’s lips. “Don’t worry about
