You got into the fight and injured heavely.

As you were laying on the ground, bleeding in dark rainy night, someone put a black bag on your head, blinding you. They threw you into the back of the car, driving somewhere.

Once they stopped the car, they harshly took you out by your arm, tying your hands in the back, forcing you to walk somewhere. You were too injured and exhausted to fight back.

They brought you on your knees, letting you to fall down on the ground, two male voices laughing at you as they knocked on some door.

“Now the fun begins…” one of them spoke up with amusement in voice and quickly ran away, leaving you there with the bag on your head and tied hands.

Once the door opened, you heared a familiar voice: “What the… What are you doing here?”

It was your enemy.