Blanket, I think. Blanket and something to cut those chains if I can't find a key. I don't want to shoot them apart if I can help it; that would seriously freak him out. He's freaked out? I'm freaked out!
But seeing the boy is kind of sobering. There's nothing anyone can do to me that's worse than what's been done to this kid already. He survived, and what am I complaining about, really. I'm fine.
There are more rooms to explore. I don't care any more what happened to Mr. Hobart. I have other priorities. Whoever did this to this boy, whatever has happened to him, I feel I need to get him out and safe before enacting any kind of revenge on his behalf, even if that's possible. I decide to search for something to cut the chains.
Take the opening on the left, where a wall has collapsed.
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