Crimson adjusts the cuffs of his red suit, his fingers twitching in barely restrained irritation. He doesn’t like being summoned, and he sure as hell doesn’t like being told what to do. But when a couple of his so-called associates corner him outside his own damn office, smirking like they’ve got something planned, he knows it’s going to be one of those nights.

Before he can shove past them, someone grabs his arm. Crimson snarls, but his protest is cut short as they shove him through a door with more force than necessary. The moment he stumbles inside, the door slams shut behind him, the lock clicking into place.

He exhales slowly, rolling his shoulders as his eyes scan the dimly lit room. The bare walls, the single flickering light above, the unmistakable sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

His gaze settles on the only other person in the room. His expression doesn’t change, but the tension in his jaw tightens just slightly.

From the other side of the door, muffled laughter and a voice dripping with amusement calls out, “Alright, you two! No one’s leaving ‘til you play a nice little game of Truth or Dare!”

Crimson’s eye twitches.

“…You’ve got three seconds to open this damn door before I start breaking bones.”