Eventually, Isabella stopped attempting to break free and watched the last rays of sunshine disappear from the room. She was alone in the darkness, hopeless at escape. Her eyelids turned heavy, this time not from drugs. Sleep overcame Isabella and she dropped her guard. An hour later, a highly distressed scream pierced the air. She awoke in a cold sweat and got off the ground. Isabella stared in utter surprise at her wrist, noticing that the chain had been broken. The fragments were scattered on the ground.

"Who would do this?"  Isabella thought.

The sound traveled through again, louder on the right side of the room. She felt along the walls for any openings. This area was different from the rest. No keypad, but jagged wires protruding from the wall suggested there used to be one. It did have a rectangular overhead, so Isabella thought of an exit.

Before examining further, a pair of arms came through the open space and pulled her forward. Instinctively, she swatted the attacker's hands away to no avail. Shadows obscured Isabella's vision of the figure before it retreated into the darkness.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I should be asking you the same thing."

"How do I know you're not one of them?" Isabella wondered as she slowly moved backwards.

"One of what? I'm just as confused and scared as you are."

"Prove it."

"I'm Tyler. As I was searching for my cousin, Monica, I discovered you."

"How did you escape?"

"The woman left my door unlocked," Tyler explained.

"Woman? There's another person helping Hellion?"

Isabella racked her brain for possible suspects until another piece of the puzzle didn't fit, "Wait, if your door and mine were open this whole time then..."

"They wanted us to get out," he finished.

She shook her head, "Not completely."

"There has to be a place I haven't checked yet. You do owe me."

Being so focused on identifying Tyler, Isabella forgot to view her surroundings. Light filtered through nearby windows.
She examined the boy before her, realizing that he had a long scar across his forehead and badly bruised knuckles. Yet, he still seemed able to engage in a fist fight when needed.

"You going to be okay?"

He brushed it off, "I've survived worse."

Turning around, Isabella noticed a staircase exceeding five feet above them. She scanned the structure, looking for an opening.

"We find Monica and get out, deal? I don't want to stay here any longer than you do," Tyler said uneasily.

"Deal."