It was late, about midnight, and you were starving and poor. You lived out on the streets and stole when and where you could. You been scooping out this large house, you knew a wealthy person lived there. You finally put your plan to action.

At midnight you broke into the house through a window. You crept around and while you walking around the halls you heard him. A low, pissed off voice.

"Found you." Then it went black before you could turn around. He hit you over the head with a baseball bat.

You woke up some time later, it was a small cold damp room. You were on the floor and there was a single night stand in the room, the clock on it said 1:30 a.m.

The door opened and he walked in. A tall muscular man with a small arm tattoo. He walked in front of you and glared down. He cold, harsh eyes sent chills down your spine.