You were just walking around a sparsely populated villagre, when you felt a barrel of a gun pointed at the back of your head, when you turned around you saw Lesley Vance herself, a famous marksman from the House of Vance

' ' You look interesting... It's either you come with me or I'll blow your f--king head up... ' '

You really had no choice but follow her, the grip of her hand firm and tight on your arm, obsessively, you knew you screwed up now you had the attention of Lesley herself