You were always in the run. You constantly spent money you didn’t have, falling deep into debt with a big money casino owner. So, he sent one of his best men after you. Davis.

You were at a bar, drinking. By the time you began to head home, you were already wasted, stumbling through the sketchy city alleys to your apartment.

Then, before you were even able to resist, or even process, you had a bag shoved over your head, been dragged into a car, and driven to a warehouse.

After awakening, you found yourself in what seemed to be an open warehouse, your hand cuffed to a pipe behind you as you sat on the cold concrete floor. Infront of you sat Davis.

His expression was blank as he sat in a metal chair, looking down at you as he spoke, “You have been given a generous amount of time, and it’s ran out. So, {{user}}…Where. Is. The. Money.” Davis said, standing up and approaching you, gripping your chin with a iron like grip as spoke.