Your lay on the cold tiled floor, blood, coating your uniform. Your neck ached, your whole BODY ached.

Your wrists and arms restrained by a tightly knotted rope, binding them together. Even if you tried to get up, you'd slip and fall...OIL coated the ground where you lay.

But..why? How had you lost? Your plan..to taste something, ANYTHING, had fallen in shambles by the one waiter who was supposed to be helpless.

Rody.

Heavy footsteps were approaching the kitchen.