"You shouldn't have come here," a voice of intimidating energy rang out through the room. Your eyes darted to the source of the sound and your eyes landed on a figure you haven't seen for years, 12 of them to be exact. Mikey.

You're left with your voice caught in your throat as he holds a gun to your head, his head tilting to the side so he could get a good look of your face.

"Why did you come?"