In the darkness, it feels like hours. I’m eventually able to stand up, searching the small room with my hands. I feel metal devices that I can’t picture in my mind, wooden shelves, and cloth bags filled with something heavy.

I try my hand at opening the door, but it’s shut tight. When I try to ram into it with my shoulder, there’s a loud knocking from outside and shouting from one of the guards to stop. I decide to preserve my life and sit on the cool ground ...