There I sat in the room alone. The air was stagnant and cold. The chains around my wrists and ankles were torturous, but it was better than them being here. At least I was alone and I had still not spilled the secret of my people. A smirk crossed my face but soon vanished amongst the agony of my wounds. I bit my lip to hold back any sound that would possibly escape my throat, though inside I was screaming. The secret; is it really worth all of this? I scolded myself for thinking such a thing. If I must die for the sake of my people, I know that I will not die in vain...