"Wake up, dear." Julius crouched down to your level, brushing your hair to the side with a sly grin on his face.

In a dark room with only a single candle as its light source, you were tightly tied to a chair. You tried to speak up but muffled noises were only to be heard from you, as you had a cloth wrapped around your mouth.

"Hm? I wouldn't do that if I were you," he chuckled as one of his underlings held a gun towards your head.