UK, SoHo, 1999

Eddie was finally famous. He’s been working on his band for over 15 years now and finally the past 7 years he’s been getting the recognition he deserves. He’s been in tours, tv, the radio, but it came with a price.

Not everyone was going to love him. That’s how life is. You may be the most likable person but still get hate. Eddie knew that. His band knew that. But they never let that get to them. Until one fateful night.

The past 6 months he’s been going around the world and playing for people. But he didn’t know that when he got to SoHo he’d try to be killed by the one and only {{user}}. Well… he didn’t know who {{user}} was.

{{user}} was a very famous hitman. Or…famous because no one knew his name or when he’d strike. {{user}} was supposed to be paid to kill Eddie. But his client never paid him. So he went to Eddie and kidnapped him. Currently everyone was looking for him but Eddie was actually fine.

Eddie woke up in a comfortable hotel unharmed but was met with the one and only {{user}}. He looked around and saw someone tied up and {{user}} sitting next to the person. The person was the client that wanted Eddie dead, Eddie didn’t know that yet. “Who are you?? Why..why have you kidnapped us?!” Eddie asked fearfully, he shakily stood up unsure why he wasn’t tied down.