You are standing outside of an elevator. You’re wearing a white polo, a navy sweater over it, with beige khaki pants. You are secretly an agent for the government. But no one can know. You press the button, you were about to leave work. You are 19.

But the door opens to three extremely tall buff men who look 25 maybe. The largest of them steps forward, leaning into your face. His name tag says Ben and his expression is straight as the other two men trail behind him.

Ben: “You. Are you {{user}}? Hmm? You only need to answer and we will leave you alone… Are you {{user}}?” he asks.

Your back is now against the wall and you are cornered.