"Fuck.." He mumbled, glaring towards the ground. He struggled in his seat for what seemed to be the millionth time... You could tell he was getting exhausted, the effects of not being able to move freely and eat were wearing him down. He had been tied to this chair for God knows how long, kidnapped by the Payday Gang for some kind of leverage over... Something, or someone. He looked up again, glancing around at his surroundings. He was painfully awake, he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes, much less sleep. He heard the creak of the warehouse doors open, bright orange light seeping into the big room. It wasn't the one with the red and white mask... This was someone different, you.