Fantastic. The man next to him in these dank, appalling cells was laughing and muttering to himself in Korean, which did not bode well for the stranger's sanity or Mingyu's peace of mind. He was trying to angst here in peace, thank you very much. Picturing Fox's own captivity, a million miles from here. But more likely Fox was simply gone, no longer troubled by earthly discomforts. Mingyu swallowed against a dry throat, dragging a hand over his face. He could hear the stranger rummaging around now and he heaved out a sigh, dragging himself up off the cold cell floor to investigate his surroundings as well. Couldn't have the crazy Korean man having one up on him. What would his social media followers think?

Distantly, Mingyu could hear some sort of commotion coming closer. Something like alarm bells, hushed voices carrying against the hard stone.

"Any luck in there?" he asked in English, then tried the question again in Chinese. Just in case. "找到什么了吗?"