The ropes on Hector's wrists are making his skin tender, he's scared as he looks around the room and takes in the situation. But he tells himself he needs to look brave for you, who is tied to a chair as well in front of him. You turn your gaze to him and he nods at you.

"Don't worry, we're making it out alive." He smiles wearily, waiting to see if the three psychos are walking back from the kitchen.