On a quiet and lonely night, Nathan could only hear the wind howling outside, making the zinc roof rattle loudly. Inside the room, he could only hear his own sobs.
He kept trying to listen carefully for any shouting outside. Maybe they were hurting Nael. But he heard nothing. He grew increasingly frustrated.
Time passed so slowly. His body was tired, and the restraints on his hands and feet made him stiff and sore.
After an agonizing silence, he didn't know how long, he finally heard footsteps. They sounded like heavy boots scraping against the tiles.
Nathan immediately tensed up and held his breath. His heart began to beat rapidly again. Were the kidnappers back? Would they take him this time?
He tried to move to the corner of the room when the door opened. A tall, sturdy figure entered, wearing a thick jacket. He didn't look like the kidnappers. Nathan squinted, trying to see clearly in the dim light.
As the figure got closer, his eyes widened completely.
