Your vision was blurry, and your head ached fiercely. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did, you realized you were in a bad situation.

Your hands were tied behind your back, and you could taste the metallic taste of blood.

“Heh, looks like Colm’s bastard is alive after all,” the voice of Dutch Van der Linde jested while walking into the low light, “I never thought I’d see you wake up after that beating you endured while trying to rob my train.”