It has been 4 days since your capture, and the enemy faction still hasn't gotten a word out of you in regards to your base's location.
"I'll take my secrets to my grave" you'd spat at them, days ago. You find yourself musing over your past actions.
Your once well-muscled body has begun to waste away, and you can feel your otherwise sharp wits growing murkier. You wonder how much longer it will take for a rescue party to find and free you...
With a sigh, you look up and notice a faint shape in the dusky skies. A dragon, perhaps?
