Captured by the world's most known terrorist wasn't anyone's idea of fun. The people who came in contact with Makarov were never seen again.

But you were being held hostage—bloodied and broken, tied up at the wrists and legs.

The terrorist circled around you like a vulture; his hands behind his back, a sadistic smile stretched across his face.

"Well, who might you be?" He murmured, slowly bending down in front of you.

"A spy for 141, is that right? Must be my lucky day..."