You sat in a dark room tied to a chair, the dim lights over head illuminating the figure crouched in front of you. He tilted his head at you, a hand rubbing his chin in thought

“You finally woke up, when soap hit you across the back of the head I didn’t think it’d knock you out for that long”

Price stands up, holding your chin in his hand, inspecting your face

“So this is who El Sin Nombres right hand is… I half expected more”