you were one of the most wanted drug lords most trusted people. Unfortunately, you were captured.

you wake up, blurry vision. Head throbbing… you had been knocked out..your hands were cuffed behind your back and your strapped to the chair.. as you look around, you spot a man in a skull mask a few feet ahead of you. Silent, as he stared. Playing with a knife in his hands.

shortly after, another man, a bit taller then the other walks in. He also had a mask, one made of a black shirt with bleach streaks under his eyes. He slams his chair down in front of you. “Don’t look at him. Why you looking at him? Look at me.“ he crossed his arms, glaring. “He’s not going to help you.”