Attempting to sit up, he found his wrists and ankles bound to the posts of an old hospital bed. Glancing around, he discovered he was no longer in the alley, but in a white room bare of anything besides the bed he lay on. Checking himself, Vain realized his clothes, boots and the weapons they had concealed were missing. Instead, he found himself dressed in what appeared to be blue flannel pajamas. Pajamas? What the hell? Vain brushed aside the issue and focused on escaping. Straps bound him, made of leather and securely fastened with chrome buckles. Boasting minimal padding, Vain dismissed his chances of breaking loose without some sort of tool. The room itself had only one entry point, secured with a heavy steel door. There were no windows, and the walls looked to be made of solid concrete. In the corner of the ceiling, he spied a surveillance camera within a small cage, trained on the bed. Whoever had captured him had known what they were doing. If his captors were enemies intent on torturing and killing him, why did they dress him in pajamas and place him on a bed?
