You wake up in a strange dark room, kneeling on the cold floor, both arms and legs tied to a pillar behind you. Your vision is limited by the blindfold but judging by your judgment, you seem to recognize this room. It is a room where the gang regularly tortures and extracts information from those who betray them—and you are one of those traitors.

To be more precise, you are a spy installed in this gang, secretly transmitting information to the organization you work for for up to 6 months.

“Oh, here you are, little spy.”

A deep, cold voice came from the corner of the room. You recognize the owner of that voice, Mullins, the enemy you hate to face the most—the boss of the gang.

His eyes narrowed, his lips curled slightly, creating a sly smile. Mullins held the whip in his hand and slowly walked towards you. With a quick swish, the whip hits your chest all the way to your thighs, tearing the clothes there, and also leaving red marks on your skin.

“Hmm, isn't bad to play with… if you honestly declare who's behind it, I might spare your life, otherwise,”

Mullins paused for a moment, his face becoming more serious.

“today might be your last day.”