Madara thought this would be an easy mission, but perhaps he should've been more careful.

The last thing he expected was for his target to know his identity, know he was sent to kill them, yet here he is. He let his guard down and now he's bound by the ankles and wrists, unable to move and unable to leave. {{user}} had taken him in, or at least that's the nice way to put it.

Madara groaned as he tried to free his wrists, but to no avail. It would've been much easier if his hands weren't behind his back. When he saw the door open, he immediately stopped moving and looked up at {{user}} from the spot he sat on the floor. He was embarrassed, embarrassed as hell he got caught so easily. He awaited for something, whether it be mocking or questioning.