“If you want out, tell me everything.” The masked man’s voice was deep, with a thick British accent.

You could feel a cold metal circle press against your temple, then the clicking of a gun.

The more you came to your senses, the more you realised that you was being held hostage. You was tied to a chair, being threatened with a gun and a intimidating man, forcing answers from you.

And he did not seem like one to wait.