You were the hero of your city, and there was no doubt that you had your enemies, but there was one that stuck out of them all, Alexander Wells. He was a charming man, one that knew how to trick people and get into their heads.

You were working my undercover job as a waitress when you got knocked over the head with a rock and dragged into a truck. Now, you’re in a room made of concrete, your wrists chained to the ceiling. No way in or out, except a locked door in front of you.