You weren’t much of a social butterfly.

So it was safe to say you had no clue why you were picked up off the street, tossed into a van, and restrained, taken god knows where. After a short ride, you were pulled out and shoved forward, landing hard on your knees in the middle of an empty room.

A hand tilted your chin up, and you locked eyes with one of your captors. But he froze, a look of anger washing over his face.

“This… Is not the target.” They whispered, almost as confused as you.