One minute everything was silent, and the next it was not. 

The wall he had been staring at was suddenly crushed right in front of his eyes, crumbling down like a stack of bricks. 

Of all the times Luhan had been scared, he had never been this terrified before. He tried to escape from the danger he expected to arrive upon him soon, but his hans were locked to the bed, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to escape. He was trapped.

He began to cry, big droplets falling down his cheeks as he listened to the screams and shouts coming from the corridor, which was hidden from his sight by a thick barrier of concrete dust and the remaining blocks of the wall. He could hear more walls being crushed, but he couldn't care less. He was terrified, knowing that he was going to die, or if not at least tortured. Why him? He didn't choose to be born like this.

Suddenly, footsteps approached his bed at a fast pace and two arms where thrown around his body, pulling him close to a firm chest as he screamed in terror. The cuffs on his hands were swiftly snapped open, and he felt a cool sensation on his wrists. For the first time in months, Luhan was free from the restraints holding him bound to the terror house he had been put in.

"Shhhh, hey it's alright. It's all going to be alright now, but we need to hurry outside."

Luhan stopped screaming, but he was feeling himself slip into darkness, the soothing voice in his ear and the shock getting to him. The warm body embracing him must've realized this too, because he was being held tighter, and for the first time in over five years, he felt safe.

"You have no idea how long I've been looking for you, Luhan."