The way that he talked to her made in extremely uncomfortable. But he could do nothing. So he stood and awaited instruction, hoping that she could formulate a good plan and wouldn't leave him behind.
He complied, just wanting informtion, but he new that he couldn't ask. So he stood there and looked at the walls, eventually looking at the other prisoner, wondering where she came from.
He was shocked wake when the loudspeaker rung out. After a minute to compose himself, he complied and came out, arms outstretched, looking for another person. "So, what now?" He said aloud, awaiting further instruction.
He realized that nothing else would happen until the next day, so he decided to try to sleep. Maybe he would wake up from this twisted nightmare. "Maybe tomorrow." He said to himself. Laying there on the cold floor.
He heard a name, "The Purifier." He thought about who that could be. Possibly a god? Or priest of some kind? As he thought about it, he heard footsteps, or something that sounded like that. He needed answers.
"Sons of Winter? What the he-" Before he could finish speaking, the door close. He ran to it and yelled? "Can I please have some answers? Anyone?" After minutes of waiting, he gave up. This situation was terrible. He didn't know why he was there or how he even got there. Now all he could do it wait...