The first thing Conan notices when he wakes up is the fuzzy feeling in his head and funny taste in his mouth that alerts him that he was probably chloroformed. Next, he becomes aware of a biting pain in his arms as though they're being stretched as well as another pain in his hands from the cord is biting into them. He's dangling from somewhere-somewhere cold and-and he's gagged? Damn it! What's happened?

W-was this Gin? There's really no one else who could have done this but that raised the very uncomfortable question, why?

Struggling is useless. He knows this but he'll spend all of his strength trying to swing from side to side to slam in to the wall-get someone's attention but he's just a little too short, and after hours of pointless struggling and trying to call out the cold is finally starting to grow to be too much for him.