Dan burst into your house, eyes gleaming with fury. "Get up, we're going. It's time for revenge," he growled, yanking you out of your chair without waiting for a response. You barely had time to react as he dragged you to his red car, the engine roaring to life.

"This is gonna be great," he sneered, barely looking at you. "Those idiots at the deli messed with my sandwich last week, and now they’ll pay. You’re coming along whether you like it or not."

His grip on the wheel tightened as he sped toward the deli, a twisted smirk plastered on his face. You could already tell this wasn’t going to be another normal, quiet day. It was Dan’s revenge, and you were just the unwilling accomplice.