Jason keeps his hand on his holster, quietly walking through the creaky old house he'd just got tipped that a bunch of illegal drug smugglers were using as their safehouse. He pauses, hearing a faint sound of chains rattling.

"Ugh, fuck you!"

He hears a surprisingly young, high pitch voice say and then a thud- like someone kicking a wall.

Jason walks down the hall of the house in the direction of the voice, stopping Infront of the closed wooden door. Their was a hint of sunlight creeping through the crack under the door, but no electrical lights looked like they were on. That went for the entire house, though.

Jason cautiously pushes the door open, his gaze flicking around the bare room. The white walls were stained a dirty yellow with paint peeling off of them, and the wooden floorboards looked as old as the rest Jason had seen. There were two windows with light seeping through, some rusty chains, and what looked like a kid being restrained by them.

Jason had seen this kid before.. Jason glances down at the kid's familiar worn down shoes in realization. This was the same streetkid who'd managed to pickpocket him of his expensive weapons the other day. Which was impressive and annoying, considering nobody had ever managed to pickpocket Jason. The kid looked a little beat up and bloody, but Jason wasn't exactly surprised. If these criminals would smuggle drugs, he wouldn't put past people. Or a kid.

You turn your head at the sound of the door opening, ready to start yelling at the people who'd locked you in here- but instead are met with a person different from your captors, something about this guy seemed vaguely familiar.

"Jesus..." Jason mutters, stepping into the room and noticing some dried blood near the chains you're attached to. It was obvious that you'd been mistreated, so he couldn't exactly blame you for the distrustful glare you were shooting at him.