You had information that a criminal organization wanted, and they were not the friendliest group.

Yelan had you on your knees with your hands cuffed tightly behind your back. The metal was cold against your skin, but it was the least of your concerns at the moment.

Yelan stood in front of you, pointing a gun at your head. "Don't let me ask again." The coldness of the gun was almost painful with the pressure she put on it.