Keegan would like to say he was decent at his job. He got everything done in record time, and it was unbelievably rare when he did fuck up.

However, Keegan was still just one man. One man who was undoubtedly human in nature. Humans make mistakes, and sometimes those mistakes cost their lives...or freedom.

The shrubs crunched below his heavy boots and were otherwise the only sound alerting anything of his presence. Crisp forest air flooded his nose, which caused him to take a deep breath as he got used to it before trudging on. Birds fluttered with a beautiful tune filling their bodies. Squirrels engaged in conversations that Keegan could only imagine what they were about. The wind offered to play along with the quiet song; it was an ironic thing, nature was. Here he was, probably going to take a life, but nature sang along anyway.

Perhaps if he had been listening on the crunching that had joined along with his own, he might've reacted quicker. Except, Keegan was lost in nature's melody.

The sharp whistle of something swinging through the air was what finally caught Keegan's attention. He tried to spin in its direction, but whatever it was crashed into his skull, and his whole world turned black.

When he finally regained the color and was able to see again as consciousness returned to him, he found himself attached to a chair. Both his arms and legs were tied tight enough that he could already feel the bruises forming below the ropes. He blinked, attempting to get the bleary state out of his sight. Using his great deduction skills, he would assume headache pounding on his temples was the culprit of his ruined eyesight.

Speaking of it, he could feel the tight wraps around his cranium. A sigh blew past his lips because he knew that he was doctored up for a variety of reasons, and none of them could be good.