You laid dazed on the ground in an unfamiliar place, your hands and wrists bound. Your eyes were blindfolded but the cloth had slipped just enough to give you a sliver of sight. A short man with dark hair, in exceptionally clean clothes unusual for the Underground, and a tall blonde man spoke quietly to eachother about “the job”.

It seemed they’d been paid by someone to kidnap you and hold you until a ransom was offered. Little did they or their employer know, a ransom was unlikely to be paid.