Kallisto's POV

Slowly, I open my eyes. I hear water dripping. A small window is near the ceiling, but unfortunately, it doesn't offer much light.

I sit up, leaning against the damp cement brick wall. My palms are covered in dirt and debris. Where am I?

I sigh, glancing around. Am I in the basement?

Disoriented, my body feels sore from fighting to get away. The last thing I remember was blacking out.

Freya? Is she okay?

Ian? Was he ...