"Do you trust me?"
Henry looked up at the man standing in the dimly lit doorway. The corridor was eerily quiet now.
Before he could respond, he began coughing again.
The man spoke again, walking toward him. "You need to come with me."
"Why?" Henry asked once he'd caught his breath. When had the man walked in? He didn't remember the door opening. And he was lying on the floor.
"I'll ask forgiveness later," the man said, stepping inside and grabbing Henry effortlessly, hauling him over his shoulder.
"Wait!" Henry protested.
"Please keep quiet!" the other man hissed at him.