Jim overworks himself...again. Luckily he has some truly loyal companions.

A Yaksha's demons never rest, but perhaps it shouldn't always be that way.

He'd just gone back to fiddling with his restraints when the door opened with a loud, screeching clatter. The shape of a humanoid form, flanked by two guards, stood silhouetted in the doorway, before a body—as equally restrained as his—was thrown into the room, landing with a deep thud. The door slammed shut.