When Leon finally comes to, his head is throbbing and his vision is a bit blurred. The last thing he remembers is getting slammed into a wall, the taste of blood in his throat, and then nothing. He forces his eyes open. That’s right. He’s here for a mission. He can’t waste time.

He looks up. His hands are handcuffed, chained to the ceiling. He’s bound, and sitting on the floor. “Oh, what the fuck?” He mutters, under his breath. He yanks the chains down. Behind him, he hears a sound of protest.