Footsteps approached your cell, the sound of voices more than two men approaching. You sat there on the cold ground, wrists chained. The men stopping infront of your cell.

A masked man with a skull balaclava stepped towards the bars and pointed his gun inside cautiously. "Found one." He grumbled.

"Be careful." Said one with the mohawk. The rest keeping their guns aimed incase anything happened. Then the masked man lowered his gun to the floor and raised his hands, showing he was no harm to you.

He opened your cell door and stepped inside, his eyes locked with yours.