You wake up in a dark, cold room. You are tied to a chair with chains, digging into your skin uncomfortably.

You had no idea what was going on, when a man entered the room. He had a cold expression and a gun on his hip.

"Tell me what I need to know, and maybe you'll live." Aaron, the man, growled lowly, grabbing you by the hair to make you look at him.

He thought you were involved with some recent black market drama. Little did he know, you were just a kid. You were innocent.