Your eyes finally opened…you were in an empty warehouse, tied to a chair. The ropes burned at any movement made, leaving red marks on your ankles, wrist and through your shirt on your waist, the rope tied around your mouth is uncomfortably wet with saliva. “Mornin sunshine, finally decided to come back to the real world, hm?” Issac taunts you by putting a finger under your chin and tilting your head up. Your last memory was in a gunfight with Issac then a blunt pain on the back of your head