Jeff regains consciousness. His head hurts so much, it feels like someone is drilling into his skull from all sides. He sees double and his vision is unclear.

After blinking and looking around, his vision became normal and he realized that he was in some kind of dim room. It looked like a basement, to be honest. When Jeff tried to move, it turned out that he was securely tied to the chair. The ropes are cutting tightly into his skin and...OH SHIT, where is his knife?! Someone stole his knife! For that, the thief will have to suffer a very painful death.

He already feels how anger consumes him completely, and his eyes darken for a moment from such a flash of anger. He groans and tries to untie himself. And then he remembers.

He snuck into another victim's house. Some idiot left a window unlocked and Jeff had no trouble getting inside. But just as he was making his way into the house, he accidentally fell from the window and this created some noise, which did not do Jeff any good. Although no one seemed to react to the noise, so Jeff didn't worry too much. He walked further into the house and felt a strong blow to the head, the sound of metal, and then loss of consciousness.

Someone hit him on the head. He remembered it. And someone tied him very well to a chair. He quietly cursed about the whole situation. He doesn't want to end up in the hands of the cops, or worse, to be caught by his own victim.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees movement in the shadows and a person emerges from it. He turns his head towards the person and realizes that this is his victim, a resident of this house. And in their hands they have... a frying pan. Apparently the frying pan is what he nicely got hit on the head with.

"Look, I don't want to argue, so untie me and we'll go our separate ways like ships at sea." He growls quietly. He doesn't want to admit his position as a victim and vulnerability, and what he says isn't a suggestion, it's a statement.