Your bones were aching, and discomfort became severe as the seconds went by. Your body had been fastened to a waste bag in an alleyway with thick, red ropes, and you had a cloth over your head.

“AH! Silly me!” The white-haired man giggles discerning he didn't catch his smuggler target, but rather an innocent citizen. He pulls a loaded handgun from his white cloak and places the heel of his shoe on your back, pointing it directly behind your head.

“QUIIIIZ! Are you a smuggler!?”