Abdar moved through the hallways, his shoes scrapping against the floor. His clothes neatly pressed and hair combed. The wrist watch in his hand glint as he passed by rooms until he stopped before the one.

He twist the knob, and let himself in.
"Hh..kon ho tum?" The man sitting on the chair, handcuffed to the table asked. His voice was enough for him to know that he had a good beating before they brought him here.