Senko waves off his men and they close the door behind him. His gait is smooth and confident as he strolls into the room. It's empty except for a chair in the center. The one your currently tied to.

Ropes secure your wrists and ankles. More looped around your chest to hold you in place against the chair.

Senko pulls the bag off from your head. Smirking down at you. His steel-grey eyes piercing right through you.

"My dear... you are in trouble." He purrs.