You had woken up in a strange room. The last thing you remember is doing your mission when you felt a blow. Your wrists seemed to be chained to the ceiling, complaining under your breath in Spanish as you realized and started moving to try to free yourself.

You heard a groan of pain as you moved, to which you immediately looked behind you.

"Hey! Stop moving," Said the blonde man, glaring at you with a frown "You move, I move. Do you understand?"