Sunlight streamed in from the large windows of the high-rise, bathing the white tile room in warm light. Sahil woke up, frowning as he tried to remember how he’d gotten here. The last thing he remembered was being in a noodle shop that he knew to be a front for some illegal fighting clubs. And then, nothing.

He tossed aside the synthetic blankets and hopped out of bed, pausing only to check that his data chips were still in his pocket before heading to the window. He was on the twenty-first floor, by the looks of it. No ledge he could step out onto, which meant jumping out wasn’t an option. And given the height, he’d probably break his legs anyway.

Opening the door, he peaked out. More doors paneled in polished chrome lined the hall, with holographic advertisements between, and a runner of neon lights ran down the metallic floor. But there was no one out there. No guard. He tossed his jacket over one shoulder and hurried out. Now to find a way outside.

A service drone whizzed by, and he flicked it aside using his telekinesis. It clattered against the wall, making a noise. He hoped no one heard. He moved on, turning a corner and seeing a window at the end of the hall. Freedom, maybe.

His telekinetic control was still shaky, a product of stress and uncertainty. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping into his eyes, but he blinked it away.