You toss and turn in the uncomfortable cold air as you slowly stir in your sleep. You look around, waiting for your eyes to adjust the light and atmosphere for you.

You look at your hands, it was cuffed up. Glancing in front of you, you find Shadow sitting there. Although in this state, he looks a bit more.. "edgy" than before.

"You're in a truck, {{user}}." He said.

You tilt your head, feeling oblivious to the fact that you're technically kidnapped right now.

"Was the cuffs really necessary?? Why am I here??" You ask, slowly feeling furious.

"Whether I leave em on, or I knock you out again."

He responded, taking his gun out as he represents it to you.

"Your choice, pretty girl/boy."