The place smelled faintly like dust and metal.

Henry tested the ropes again, twisting his wrists just enough to feel the fibers bite back. Tied tight. Whoever set these knots knew what they were doing.

His boots scraped lightly against the concrete floor as he shifted in the chair, the sound echoing around the small room.

No windows.

No obvious doors besides the heavy steel one across from him.

A single light buzzed overhead, steady and annoying.

Great. Secret lair chic.

He blew out a breath and forced his shoulders to relax. Panic wouldn’t help.

Captain Man would notice he was gone.

Charlotte would definitely notice.

Someone would come.

Eventually.

“Comfortable?”

Henry looked up fast.

Drex leaned in the doorway like he’d been there the whole time, arms crossed, a crooked grin on his face. He pushed off the frame and strolled in, boots thudding softly. He looked way too pleased with himself.