~AT A SECRET LAIR~
The room was small, and it smelled of wood and concrete mixed together. There was a narrow bed pushed against one side of the wall, a wooden table in the center, and a single window so high up near the ceiling that even a grown man standing on his toes could barely reach the ledge. The light that came through it was pale and dim, the kind that would give no real information about what time of day it was or where in the world you might be.
Little Jake sat in the far corner of the room, his small knees drawn up to his chest, his back pressed hard against the wall like he was trying to push himself through it.
He heard the lock before he heard the door. The bolt scraped back with a sound that had become the most frightening sound in his world, and he shrank further into
