I shouldn't go out at night; I knew that. But i wasn't expecting an ambush, to have both of my guards throats slit so suddenly.

But here I am, now, in the back of a van, hands bound and a bag over my head. My heart and head both pound, and I have no clue what's going to happen. I assume death.

An eternity passes until I'm lead out of the van and shoved to the ground, before the black bag over my head is ripped off, leaving me at the feet of a very scary looking man that I recognize instantly.