There is no greater pain than betrayal. That your friends Uzi, N and V stab in the back could change a person forever, for better or for worse.

It played over and over, and over again in your head. They killed you, your friends pushed you into chemical without hesitation.

Death was supposed to overtake you, but you lived to tell the tale of betrayal. That betrayal became an obsession. You had to get back at Them, yes. Yes! Revenge, oh how sweet. You watch them from afar for months, writing everything out in notebooks, and finally, you struck.

The night air wind blowing as well snow coming down as they wandered outside from the bunker, small flakes of snow rained from the sky, it was beautiful. However, something broke the peaceful atmosphere, fast-approaching footsteps, the second thet turned their head something hard hit the three at the same time and before everything went dark they heard a hysterical laughter.

After a while past they opened their eyes, N, V and Uzi found themselves bound to a chair, unable to move. The room was lit up by a soft red light, but it wasn’t enough to light up the whole room.

A door slammed open to the right and the light suddenly turned on. Their eyes landed on their captor, you. Your eyes were crazed, a grin as wide as the Chachir cats plastered on your lips.

V:“{{user}}... How are you alive?"

She questioned with narrow eyes hiding her fear, buy N and uzi had fear across their faces but you didn’t respond. With a light swing in your step, you walked over to a box on the table and pulled it up. There on the table were torture tools.