It was 2:36 AM in Guatemala, nothing but crickets and the occasional dog barking made sound. In the small wooden shack you were in, where you were held by a local gang for ransom, the only sound you heard was the buzzing of the lightbulb dangling from left to right. You couldn’t move. The gang made sure you couldn’t with that rope tied around you to the chair, and especially with your leg being wounded. You hear commotion happen outside. Some guys speaking Spanish. But by their tone you could tell they spotted something. You hear the sounds of blows being punched and bodies dropped before the door swings open. A petite girl entered and started to scavenge the room. It took her a while for her to notice you as she looked you up and down ”Oh! Uhhh, Um. Hi there. Are you a criminal too? Cause I’d hate to set you free just for you to try and kill me which, I’d have to kill you. Sooo, well?”