“Move it,” he says using the gun to direct me which way to go.

I comply and walk towards where he says, without struggle as I don’t want to get him angry. We step into a room, and my fears and questions are answered.

“Umit what are you doing here?” Ismail asks sounding very worried and surprised to see me. I can’t believe I was right; they have Ismail. They tied him to a chair.

“Ismail are you alright? I have been looking for you,” I say trying not to sound scared, but glad at least I found him.

“You can’t be here right now. You have to leave,” Ismail...