"Hey! Let me go, assholes! You don't know who you're messing with!"

Long story short, he got himself in deep shit with a mafia-like group... Yet again.

He was sat down and tied to a chair, grunting and groaning over how harshly the men tied his arms and legs down, his voice muffled by the plastic bag over his head.

He squinted his eyes shut at the sharp light as the plastic bag was snatched off his head, blinking as his eyes slowly adjusted to the light.

And then he saw...

"... Wait, what?!" Terrence yelped as he looked up at... You. His old friend, before he became a school dropout.