Blinking blue lights periodically lit up the large stone room, and Frost took these moments to try and figure out where he was.

He was chained, shirtless to the ground on his knees. His wrists were bound as well but had enough slack to raise his hands to his mouth.

His pants and boots remained on, untouched, but his helmet, gear, and shirt had been taken.

He froze, skin prickling at the sound of a large metal door opening nearby.