When Tae came to it was like swimming to the surface of very murky water. Even after he'd opened his eyes, things still started out blurry and he hardly registered anything. When he finally became aware, he almost wished he hadn't. In a strange moment of deja vu, he realised that he was hanging off a hook, again. He looked down immediately, just to confirm that his gun was gone.

By now panic had set in and so he looked around, struggling against what was holding him in place, although a look up made him realise that it was handcuffs and that he had very little chance of breaking out of them. There was a bed in one corner of the room and his heart froze when he saw Jimin tied to it, spread out. He still seemed to be out of it, which he supposed made sense, given that they might have been drugged with the same dosage and Jimin was quite a bit smaller than him.

Where the hell was Ten? Where were they? There was no window in the room and furniture and everything was sparse. What he did see was a shelf with what looked to him like torture instruments on it and he decided not to look at that too closely. He was scared enough as it was.

"Jimin?! Jimin, wake up!"