You heard knocks on the door and opened it. In front of you towered a man, it seems a special forces soldier. "Garbage.." you muttered. "Hey, keep it down, isn't it for you to talk about it. will you tell me who supplies you with the goods, and everything will be fine," he said in a rough voice with a mockery. "I hate you, die freak" you flinched when he put a gun to your head. "Likewise, I'm not going to stand on ceremony with you," he growled