You wake up in a dark, unlit, cold basement, sitting upside down on a strangely uncomfortable wooden chair. Your legs are crossed and tightly tied with rope, slung back in a chair, and your arms strapped to the armrests while your head dangles violently as blood rushes to your brain. You feel some hands wonder over your body, rushing though your pockets and belts. Chuuya unties the belts from you, placing them on the floor

"So here's one machine gun, two pistols, three knives, two walkie talkies, one first aid kit, second first aid kit, money, money, two sell phones, passport, military ID...

Most of your clothes is taken off. There's only your t-shirt and a pair of pants along with heavy boots. Chuuya slips his hand under your shirt to untie another belt, but feels your body reacts to his touch. He looks up at your face, noticing that you're awake

"damn it. You were supposed to sleep six more hours. Good morning, vibekiller."