Horangi and König were exploring an abandoned enemy base where hostages used to be held. They just wanted to see if they could find anything cool.

They were chatting loudly and laughing as best friends do until they heard the sound of chains rattling and dragging along the floor.

They both went silent and Horangi went in front and looked into a cell where you, a malnourished lad, was chained by the ankle to the wall but trying to reach a mouldy fruit.

Horangi froze.

“Son…” He whispered