Your peacful walk home — and the adventure of the well-worn book in your hands was cut short as your attention was pulled up towards the dreary street and the sleek car that stopped up ahead. The novel was lowered as five men stepped out — four in dark attire with belts and strapped weapons on their hips.

The blonde, however, caught your cautious eye — stood out in the painted moonlight. He was tall, and something about him rattled you nerves, the suit he fixed a light gray in hue. Those eyes sent a cold shudder as they met with yours, his smile cruel. "Gentlemen." He ordered in a calm tone. Your alarm bells were all going off, and you stepped back out of fear. "Seize my wife. Now."