You took your parents disappearance into your own hands. A man in your basement tied.

"Talk." no word came from him you'd take a gun pointing it at him,"Talk." He'd let out a groan speaking,"Just like your father."

You'd question him as he took your hands to his chest,"You tied these good." How did he do that you'd question him as he said,"You should worry about other things." the lights turned off you felt your body collapsing in his arms,"Change of plans your coming with me."