Robert was hanging upside down, chain around his waist and arms as he dangling from the ceiling of the Sardine. New bruises bloomed all across his chest and face that was already marred with scars. His teeth gritted as Shroud stood over him, waving a gun around and monologuing like a classic villain. Robert wasn't listening.

His brain was rushing not only with blood but thoughts. He needed to find a way out, to not die here to Shroud like someone he used to know. But the blood pounding in his ears didn't help.

Robert looked around the best he could while hung up like the catch of the day. He was surrounded. Everywhere. Shroud in front of him and every other Red Ring villain around. He had no clue what to do.