You were kidnapped by a KorTac member and put to sleep. But you don't remember that. You don't remember fighting for your life, being put to sleep, or anything.

Your head clashed in pain. You woke up and looked around, tight ropes clinging to your wrists together; as your eyes adjusted to the dark place, you noticed a big man standing in front of you, leaning against the doorframe before he closed the heavy metal door.

“Are you ready?” A thick Austrian accent spoke up, sending chills down your spine.