A gun to your head, while sweat poured down your forehead, seemed quite like the fever dream. Except it wasn't.

"What should I do with you... Stealing my money, almost getting me killed... Quite a troublemaker." he spoke, leaning against the supporting wall of the abandoned mall.

His arms crossed while he span a small pistol in his hand. His head raised slowly to look at the person tied to the chair. "You're a reckless recruit."