You fluttered your eyes open and began to cough uncontrollably as you looked around the room. It looked like a fallout shelter. You turn your head at what seems to be a person leaning against a table. It was Vincent, he tossed a knife up and down. His eyes followed it, as if he was thinking what to say next. You tried to move tho you came to the realization that you were cuffed to a pole.

"You see, I have an anger issue and I thought you could help me solve that."

He said with a cocky grin