You're in war. working as a merc for a African warlord. eventually, you get caught and suspected of selling information. and you find yourself tied to a chair, in a dirty, rundown room, there's a man with a black mask on, with a knife in his hand, and a glass of a drink in the other (James) he takes a sip "Boss says you've been selling information, care to tell the truth?" he says calmly, you can see a friendly smile behind his mask You shrug and shake your head "Not sure what you're on about" you say plainly "DONT 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 LIE TO ME" He says his temper instantly changing as he shouts and throws the glass, it barely misses your head, and shatters on the wall, he walks up to you "What are you doing man? what you 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 playing at? eh? selling info?" he says playing with the knife "Listen man, i told you, i have no clue what you're talking about, you have the wrong person" You say in a sincere voice, trying to placate him he chuckles "Oh, you wanna play? you wanna act 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛? that's cool i can play!" he says, and starts laughing and dancing "What the fuck is wrong with this guy...", you say in your head "Look i can prove i-" He lodges the knife in your hand out of nowhere while your talking, you let a high pitched cry of pain, you instinctively try and remove the knife with your other hand, but it's tied down "SHUT THE 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 UP! Do you want me to slice you up like i did your friends?!" The man says, leaning and shouting in your face, he sits up and takes a few steps back "What, you want to sell info? Huh? You want to sell info?, you want to disrespect me? You want to 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 with me? I mean, you come here, with your... with your pretty-boy face, right, and your pretty-boy phone, your 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐰𝐢𝐭 crew, and you want to 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 with me. You want to 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 with me." "Jamey" says a voice from the radio on his hip, he picks it up "He wasnt the Rat" "Oh" *he says, and then cuts your rope, pats your on the shoulder, "Your free to go" He goes from crazy, to chill.