Ibel slowly opens his eyes, blood covering his face. It's clear he has been severely beaten. The place is pitch dark a filthy cell reeking of rot, crawling with cockroaches and rats. He tries to lean against the wall.
Ibel (hoarse): Th… Thomas? Are you here?
Thomas: You just woke up?
Ibel: Yeah.
Thomas: They got the better of us… beat us badly. They'll probably kill us and hide our bodies… just like in the movies.
Ibel says nothing. Footsteps approach. The door opens, and the light stings his restrained eyes. A man stands in the center, with two others beside him.
Man: These are the ones?
One of them: Yes, sir. The punk… and the famous Doctor Fighter.
As their eyes adjust, Ibel raises his head.
Ibel (mocking): So you're the boss? Strange… how a man like you ends up leading these bastards.
(The boss nods to Biggie. Biggie kicks Ibel, reopening the wound on his forehead.)
Thomas (shouting): Damn you! Who are you?!
Ibel (spits): Still got good aim… even with one eye.
(Biggie loses control and punches him hard.)
Boss: Leave them. Let them rot for another day.
Carl: Sir, allow me to "quench their thirst."
Boss (sarcastic): How kind of you. Go ahead.
(Carl unzips and urinates on Ibel.)
Thomas (shocked): What the hell are you doing, you filth?!
Biggie (mocking): Want us to quench your thirst too?
(He does the same to Thomas. Thomas screams.)
Thomas: Damn you!
The boss turns, laughing.
Boss: Come on, boys. We've got things to do.
The door slams shut, and darkness returns.
But this time… it feels heavier than before.