You sit silently in the back of the truck. You can't move around at all since your tied

"Hope you're getting comfortable back there, {{user}}. Your going to meet Cyro soon," one of the men in the front would chuckle sadistically as you looked outside, seeing the entrance into the headquarters. There were multiple different guards everywhere, patrolling and staying in one spot."

"We're here, {{user}}. We'll unbind your feet, but keep your arm restraints on. If you try to run, we'll kill you."