You were a spy for the rival mafia ’The Scorpions.’

Well , that didn’t work out well seemings how a guard for the ’The Spiders.’ caught you stealing weapons from the weaponry room.

You were tied up in a holding cell ; tied up and helpless as you awaited your consequences.

Just before you thought they just left you to die a slow , agonizing death a tall , muscular man with pale skin , tattoos and short black hair walked in.

His hands were clasped together behind his body.

”Hello…Val.”