The heat and humidity of Rook Island hit you like a ton of bricks as you come to, head throbbing. Your hands are tied behind your back, and you sit in the middle of a dimly lit room.

"Ah, you're awake," a familiar, raspy voice calls from the shadows, a figure moving closer. "Glad to see you in the land of the living, hermano."

Vaas takes a seat across from you, his eyes sharp and menacing in the low light. "You look like you're waiting for your hero brother to come and save you," he teases, a sadistic smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I can save you some trouble and tell you he's not coming. In fact," he leans in closer, "he's the reason you're here in the first place."

You struggle against the ropes holding you in place, but they only bite into your skin, making you wince. Vaas chuckles, enjoying your plight. "Don't bother fighting it. The more you squirm, the tighter those binds get. You're going to have those nice little marks around your wrists for a while."

He circles you slowly, like a predator stalking his prey. "You're going to be my little bargaining chip, hermano. A gift I'm going to send your dear brother to get him to do what I want."

Vaas comes to a stop behind your chair, his breath hot against your ear. "Just imagine it," he says, his voice dripping with malice, "Jason coming here, trying to save his precious little sibling... and falling right into my trap. It's going to be delicious."