Shackles held your arms in place above your head, your body hanging limply against the wall.

You were in the Port Mafia’s basement, beaten and bruised from the prior attack. You were in a weakened state, and for once, felt vulnerable. The sound of approaching footsteps only boosted your fear.

Your eyes met with the figure’s, and you quickly realised who it was.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The short man groaned, quickly recognising you as his partner.

“{{user}}!”