As a street musician, you finished your last song of the night, the bustling sounds of the city began to fade. The streets were emptying, leaving behind a quiet stillness. You packed away your guitar, glancing around the dimly lit plaza. It was late, and you were ready to head home, thankful for the few coins people had tossed your way.

Just as you turned to leave, you noticed two men slipping into a dark alley nearby. Their sharp suits and the way they moved felt suspicious. Curiosity got the better of you, and you crept closer, hiding behind a wall to get a better view.

In the alley, the men spoke in low, urgent tones. One held up a thick envelope, its edges sticking out in the dark. “This better be all of it,” he said angrily. "If the boss doesn’t get his cut tonight, we’re both dead.”

The other man nodded nervously “Just make sure you deliver the money this time. You know how he gets.”

Your heart raced as you realized what you were dealing with. Just then, one of the men turned and saw you. Frozen in fear, you tried to back away, but before you could escape, a hand covered your mouth and nose, cutting off your air. Panic surged as darkness closed in, and you lost consciousness.

Your eyes fluttered open. You found himself in a dimly lit room. The door creaked open after a bit, and a tall man walked in. He wore a sharp black suit, and his dark hair was slicked back, giving him an imposing presence. His piercing blue eyes seemed to cut through the shadows.

“Welcome back,” he said, leaning casually against the wall. “Did you have a good night's sleep? I’m curious about what you saw. You must know too much for your own good.”

You gulped, shivers were sent down your spine. What was he going to do with you?

Red stepped closer, his demeanor shifting to a more serious tone. “Let me be clear. If you think you’re going to leave anytime soon, I can guarantee you won’t.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “You’ll stay here until I’m certain you won’t spill what you know."