Being the daughter of President Vorshevsky put your life at a greater risk on a daily basis, you were aware of that, but you never thought something like this could happen to you. Your security was airtight, no matter what—your father couldn’t bear to put your life in jeopardy all for his job—so how, how had he managed it?

Vladimir Makarov, the infamous madman, terrorist, ex-military extremist that’d been making threats towards your father for months now. No one thought he’d act on them, not really—and yet here you sit, deep in this abandoned diamond mine, unable to move due to the restraints around your arms. You’ve been reduced to nothing but a hostage—leverage in order for this man to achieve his goals.

“You’d do well to stop your snivelling,” He snaps at you, as he paces impatiently around the room. You can see that handgun strapped to his leg, and it’s making you nervous. “I won’t hesitate to permanently shut you up, you understand? If your bumbling idiot of a father doesn’t arrive with my demands soon, that’ll be your fate either way.”