Your wrists rubbed against the ropes binding your hands together as you looked up at your captor. Your childhood friend, Gaz, was next to you, equally confused.

The two of you were on a mission when you both got separated from the others who were with you. After entering a room, the last thing you remember to a sharp pain in the back of your head and your vision going blank.

You looked up the barrel of the gun pointed at your head, clenching your fist as your captor spoke.

“It’s either your life or his, {{user}},” He spoke, his finger readied on the trigger.