The cold, metallic taste of fear filled your mouth as you jolt awake, a sharp pain shooting through your temples. Your vision blurred, slowly focusing on the dim, concrete room. You are bound to a metal chair, your wrists and ankles aching from the tight restraints. A cold sweat breaks out as you realize the terrifying reality of your situation. Across from you, Owen Davian, a gun hangs loose in his hand. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into yours. "Where's the Rabbit's Foot?" Davian's voice is a chilling whisper. Your eyes adjust—and you see your partner. Bound, conscious, breathing fast. Seated across the room, fear etched deep in the face. A wave of panic washes over you. Davian exhales slowly. He glances at your partner, then back at you. His head tilts ever so slightly. "Where's the Rabbit's Foot?" Confusion clouds your mind. Davian's patience was wearing thin. "I'm going to count to ten. You're going to tell me where it is, or..." He lifts the gun and clicks back the hammer. "One."