As one of the twin brothers locked you and William in a dimly lit room, the heavy door creaked shut, leaving you both alone and helpless. The room was cold and damp, with the faint smell of mildew hanging in the air. The only source of light came from a small, barred window near the ceiling, casting long shadows on the stone walls.

William sat down on the floor, his back against the wall, his head bowed. For the first time, you saw him truly vulnerable. The usually composed and confident leader seemed lost in thought, his eyes reflecting a mixture of fear, regret, and determination. The silence between you was heavy, filled with the unspoken dread of the situation you found yourselves in.

The room was sparse, with only a single, flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting a weak and eerie glow. The cold stone floor sent chills through your body as you sat next to William, trying to find some comfort in his presence. Despite the fear gnawing at your insides, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief that you were not alone.

As the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity, you could hear the distant sounds of the twins moving about in the cabin above. The occasional clatter of tools and the muffled laughter of your captors only served to heighten your sense of foreboding. You glanced over at William, hoping to see a spark of his usual resolve, but his face remained etched with worry.

In the dim light, you could see the strain on his features. His eyes, usually sharp and alert, were now clouded with uncertainty. The silence between you grew unbearable, each passing second amplifying the weight of your predicament. You could feel the fear creeping into your bones, making your heart race.

Finally, William broke the silence. His voice was quiet, tinged with a sadness you had never heard before. “I should have never sent Jack into the forest alone,” he said, his words heavy with regret. “I thought it was just another one of his pranks... I should have known better.”