The single yellow light bulb swung slowly back and forth on its rusty cord, casting long, dark shadows across the cold floor of the old warehouse. Cold river wind whistled through the gaps in the iron walls, making a creepy, crying sound.

High above the deep, pitch black water basin, Clara sat tied tightly to the heavy wooden chair. Her small face was completely pale, tears streaming down her cheeks into the thick gray tape over her mouth. Her green eyes were wide with total terror as she looked down at the dark, freezing water below her feet.

Marcus stood beside the edge of the deep pit, his hands wrapped...